Carissa and I are closing the office for the night as we both remove our high heels after a long day of making great commission. Its her first time doing this process as I promise to walk her thru the steps. As she types, i decide to get a bit frisky and rub my pantyhose clad feet on her thighs and express my desire to have a drink with her after we are done here in the office. We here a unexpected noise as we call out to see if anyone will answer. We certainly got answered as we both end up bound and gagged on the floor of the office. Our wrist are bound behind our backs, our thighs are ti...

Carissa and I are closing the office for the night as we both remove our high heels after a long day of making great commission. Its her first time doing this process as I promise to walk her thru the steps. As she types, i decide to get a bit frisky and rub my pantyhose clad feet on her thighs and express my desire to have a drink with her after we are done here in the office. We here a unexpected noise as we call out to see if anyone will answer. We certainly got answered as we both end up bound and gagged on the floor of the office. Our wrist are bound behind our backs, our thighs are tied and our ankles are tightly bound together. We both are mpphing thru a strip of white duct tape. We struggle against our binds and test the tightness. Our pantyhose covered legs and feet writh and move as our business clothing keeps us covered for the most part except for skirts move up and up our legs revealing our control top pantyhose more and more then our tights clad asses by the end. We do not gag talk, nor cry or are angry in our gagtalk but simply mpphs and give sexy gagged noises from under our tape gag. I wonder if the cleaning crew will come save us or if we will have to wait till morning to be untied and ungagged.