Vicki lay stretched out on the bed, her wrists tethered above her head to the headboard and her ankles to the railing below. Despite her precarious situation, the tape-gagged nude signaled that she would give no answers even if she were able to speak so the determined thug countered with a familiar shift in her position. Her legs spread wide again and anxiety increasing, Vicki wondered if the time had come to surrender the identities of her sources. But the interrogation instead ceased abruptly when the disguised man departed as unexpectedly as he'd arrived after a phone call ruined his ass... Show more