Summer and I are tied with our arms wreched behind up and up as far as they will go. Our knees and ankles are tightly wound with rope while our jeans and high heals click away on the floor as we struggle to gain our balance better. We gag talk and mpph through our ball gags. The angle that we are stuck at automaticly gives the drool no where else but out and down onto the floor to go. I hate drool so much and i soon make sure she realizes this but also tries to get it on me but i am sure to bicker through my ballgag. We struggling and move and kick heals off and show this somewhat pudgy belly ... Show more