Two Models, 47 Minutes
Wake up, Charity Crawford, you have a visitor -- the kind of visitor
who'll
stuff cloth in
your mouth and secure it in place with a strip of cloth. Also the kind
of man
who'll leave a
sexy detective struggling in rope on her bed -- until he returns to do
a
manual examination
of her perky breasts and a fingernail excursion of her wriggling bare
soles!
Then, while
you squirm on your stomach in your little black dress and kick up
your long,
slender legs,
he'll wait in hiding for your luscious partner Jaye Summers so he can
grab
her and unite
you in bondage.
It's easy to see why detective partners Charity and Jaye attract
plenty of
clients, but
the cleave-gagged pair doesn't look particularly formidable roped to
wooden
deck chairs
outdoors on the patio. The evil intruder relishes the sight of their
awkward
straining
against his ropework, then emphasizes their powerless plight by
removing
the heeled
sandals from their bare feet. When Charity and Jaye display
admirable
ingenuity by using
their toes to pluck at the ropes pinning down their hands and arms,
he
checkmates them
by tying their ankles next to their wrists. This awkward position not
only
neutralizes the
unhappy couple's mobility but reveals a pair of embarrassingly naked
pussies.
Bare-skinned all over, the humiliated detectives sit tightly bound
and
facing each
other in a large bathtub; although Jaye's tape-gagged, Charity's
cleave
presents an
opportunity to her partner's nimble toes. Despite the hard, shining
surface,
Jaye's able to
maneuver her body and raise her legs until she actually pulls the gag
from
Charity's
mouth. Their audacity's rewarded with ropes linking their waists and
ankles;
frustratingly
hobbled, both continue contesting the ropework until Jaye rolls onto
her
side.
Jaye and Charity's bondage partnership brings them even closer
after
they're moved
back onto the bed where the eye-catching blonde first met her
nemesis.
Subdued with
matching rope webs and gagged with knotted black cleaves, the
naked
detectives writhe
against each other while seated next to the bed's headboard and
quite
accidentally press
breasts together. Long tethers between their ankles and the ropes
knotted
behind their
backs interfere with sensual exploration; instead Charity and Jaye
struggle
face-to-face
on their sides. When Charity's contortions finally free her, she
escapes and
leaves her
pretty friend still trapped and squealing indignantly.
With Charity long gone, Jaye remains in the clutches of a captor
who at
least permits
her to clothe herself in tight top, jeans and heeled
sandals. But
once she's tied
up in a chair, he completes her subjugation with cloth-stuffing and
an over-
mouth gag.
Desperate to escape, Jaye twists strenuously on the chair, then slips
onto
the floor where
she remains in bondage, her alluring body dressed in black clothing
and
packaged in white
rope.