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I´ve been assigned to fix a spree of robberies in which the offender leaves a calling card at the scene of this crime. In the home of the latest victim and also in detective manner I start to imagine the way the scene unfolded. Leggy blond Vicky Vixxx walks at the front door after a long day on the job. She enters her bedroom to take off her business suit and is attacked from behind by a masked man and thrown onto the bed struggling and kicking since he rebounds her wrists and elbows. The villain drags a chair to the front room and sits Vicky on it. He ties her ankles and knees and adds a tight cleave gag between her lips. Vicky yells and struggles as he unlocks her panties pulls her breasts and gropes her. Poor helpless Vicky Vixxx sobs and pleads in terror lashes running down her face since the bandit pulls out a plastic tote. He drops his calling card and leaves her. I understand I´ve re-created the offense in my head and I snap on my surgical gloves to inspect the vic´s heartbeat. I didn´t hear him breathing behind me and he ambushes me slamming me down on the floor. We wrestle but the masked man is much too strong for me. You&severe;re getting too close Dectetive GiGi and I won&severe;t let this occur he threatens. He hastens my elbows along with rope and begins to tie me in a really tight goat rope. I choke and moan as the rope round my throat begins to limit me airflow. I frantically roll around attempting to get aid, but my attempts are useless. |
