This was far from the first time Sky's elbows had been to touch behind her back. She'd even managed to wiggle out of some similar situations to her own satisfaction. How difficult could a few flimsy rubber bands be? She had her answer within the first minute of the little devils encircling her elbows, forearms, and wrists. Unlike the fun play which rope often allowed her, this time her arms were welded together. They moved as one now as her struggles intensified. Defeated, Sky gives a pleading look for an early release as drool flows uncontrollably from her bit gag. My return grin gives her th... Show more