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I smugly wander around the empty house of my wealthy sufferer carrying what I need. Feeling good this afternoon I donned my satin blouse, towering heels, and skin tight disco jeans leaving nothing to the imagination. The doorbell rings play it cool, and then shut the door. Instantly I understand my mistake, I realized the curvy redhead Fayth-On-Fire after me and I should have understood. A bounty hunter has captured me mid-range and persuades me to let her in. She XXXX back me into the home and thoroughly pats me down. The bounty hunter gets certain Ive got nothing to hide. Until I know it Im against the walls as layers of rope trap my entire body. My arms pulled me feeling as if my wrists have been fused together. My unhappiness and anger in my situation are evident in my pleas. For my surprise and duress, she also adds to a tight crotch rope, and that serves no function in securing me only adding to her pleasure in my own catch. My thighs are then layered in more rope holding them tightly together. I don’t have any ability. Im XXXX into the floor because the bounty hunter adds to my displeasure by spanking my ass as though I was a unruly XXXX. I beg her to stop, but she proceeds. She pulls into a tight hogtie and if she has had a lot of her mouth she stuffs it with fabric and uses a scarf into XXXX it deeper into my mouth to prevent me from spitting it out. She threatens to leave me for the police and I fight in my bonds as she walks out the door. |
