Nimbly, I pulled the duct tape until her hands were free, albeit red and a little sticky. She groaned, shaking her head, her legs quivering as she came. I stood there, straightening my hair, cracking my knuckles, when the door parted and Penny slipped inside. She took a deep breath and folded her arms, blushing so red she looked like she might start crying. I reached behind her and grabbed her binding.
Giselle. Age: 20.
Lucky for me, it was empty, and it smelled of cleaning supplies and cheap air freshener instead of, well, you know.
Milana. Age: 20.
Send private anonymous feedback to the author click here to post a public comment instead. They didn't sell duct tape but I made nice and they let me take a roll from their supply closet, as long as I promised to bring it back. Feedback sent successfully - click here to write another. Every pic got more intense, more degrading and rough. I did stop in the gift shop, made up a quick little lie about my son's pants ripping. Then I grabbed her shorts and pulled them down quickly, her cute little ass popping out, her entire body naked now save her pink running shoes.