My mission to spread the word of Fayth is strong and hard but so are the anti-Faith folks. I apparently knocked on the wrong door and find myself bound in a very dirty greasy small freezer converted to a tool shed in my church dress. My cleave gag doesnt keep me very quiet, but does make my protests and pleads for help muffled and a bit more quiet. I insist he will be forgiven for his sins but this doesn't keep him from coming into the freezer to get a better look at my black flat shoes, legs, gagged mouth and pitiful bound body. I insist and beg for mercy but this only puts more of a smile... Show more