As she drifted off, the scene replayed in her head, and she longed to be that captive female tied up down and waiting for him to return..
It’s time now to draw this bizarre performance to a close as our defenseless, chesty, secret agents moan and moan in distress (doesn’t lovely Dani look all bare and good enough to…eat) wondering where that dastardly Chef has gone, what he is planning… and why he has left all of his cooking utensils out…!?
Staying fit takes a lot of work and a lot of money, as Rachel’s yoga instructor keeps raising the rates for her class. Fortunately, I know a great low cost way that Rachel can stay fit, stretchable and stretched! She learns the hard way about all these things when she is restrained up cute and tightly in her black leotard, white ropes circling her skin, cinching her elbows and wrists, and locking her ankles, knees and legs together.
Brenda has fallen asleep on the couch after a long day. She dozed off while reading a steamy romance novel that had an interaction between a man and a damsel where she had been straped to a bed and left to struggle free while the man had gone out for errands..
When sexy cat burglar Rachel Adams breaks into my dwelling, she has no idea what she’s in for. Grabbed from behind, she has two choices: Do as I say, or be turned over to the police.
It’s been rumoured that some of the fish nearby have been found somewhat, shall we say, mutated, and this could be the result of some kind of a chemical spillage. Imagine then, where the spotlight of doubt shall be cast, when several intense 100 gallon drums containing a noxious luminous blue fluid are discovered out near BilgeWater. There must be some connection, but rather than call the cops, the newspaper editor whose lap this has landed in, wants his babes to go out there and see what they can scoop before involving the environmental authority, or da cops. Now to involve a pair of sexy busty young tarts! Their names are Jennifer and Lola! In body stockings (man, why do we treat you guys so well. You must be loving this) the fake reporters think they’ll do a far better job than their more orthodox counterparts. They don’t, and soon they too have been stalked (their scoop – two scoops in total) and thwarted the way of the females struggling out there in that run down shack-thingy! Having both been roughly handgagged and, we must say, violently conveyed elsewhere, both chicks squirm trussed hand and foot in back room.