Writhing on the floor alongside the Christmas tree, near all the unopened presents, Rachel Adams looks like a present herself, her body attired in a festive red bodysuit, black spiked heel boots, and white ropes that hogtie her in a most helpless position. She pants through her red ball gag as her white-gloved fingers attempt to reach the ropes that restrain her ankles; but she is so securely tied that, denying it to herself though she may, she’s in a truly inescapable predicament. Her shapely body moves from side to side in captivity. On her tummy, she arches her back, trying to grab her ...

Writhing on the floor alongside the Christmas tree, near all the unopened presents, Rachel Adams looks like a present herself, her body attired in a festive red bodysuit, black spiked heel boots, and white ropes that hogtie her in a most helpless position. She pants through her red ball gag as her white-gloved fingers attempt to reach the ropes that restrain her ankles; but she is so securely tied that, denying it to herself though she may, she’s in a truly inescapable predicament. Her shapely body moves from side to side in captivity. On her tummy, she arches her back, trying to grab her ankle bonds; then, on her back, she lifts herself up and endeavors to undo those knots from a different angle. Hope for progress then is dashed when a mysterious figure enters and tightens the hogtie further around her boots. But vulnerable Rachel perseveres, biting her ball gag as she fruitlessly tries to pull a Houdini on us!