Martin takes me on a bumpy ride this Saturday afternoon and I'm not havin' it. I try to kick and scream and wriggle my way out of a hogtie but who am I really kidding. I know there's no way out but that doesn't stop me from trying. I've got my a short little sun dress and wedge heels with my elbows bound behind my back and my mouth stuffed with handkerchiefs, wrapped over with ace bandage. Hollering and hopping in the back of his suv but it doesn't seem to phase him nor can I get anyone to hear or see me. I thought for sure, that driving through the city in broad day light would definitely spa... Show more