Vivienne Velvet and I always seem to be in the wrong woods a the wrong time and get what we deserve in the end. Vivienne is hogtied on the hood of the tractor unable to move and struggle because if she does, she will fall off. Her ballgag whimpers and mpphhs are the only thing that emphasizes her predicament. Drool slides down the side of the tractor the more she suffers. I am bound in the seat of the tractor with my hair pulled back to the mower mechanism, my foot to a peddle, my elbows bound in front of me and my hands to the steering wheel. I am unable to struggle much either, i can only... Show more