It's back to the couch where Molly Mae's introduction to ropes and gags began; now she and Chloe Amour, both still naked, bound and tape-gagged, huddle facing each other in its limited space, their knees drawn up close to the bare breasts! While their gloating nemesis leaves them briefly alone to check the drive, the weary pair quietly slide their feet onto the floor, maneuver back-to-back and pluck pathetically at wrist bonds that refuse to give way. Before departing with his prize, the heartless man folds Chloe and Molly on their hips with waist- ankle tethers; until they're freed from t...

It's back to the couch where Molly Mae's introduction to ropes and gags began; now she and Chloe Amour, both still naked, bound and tape-gagged, huddle facing each other in its limited space, their knees drawn up close to the bare breasts! While their gloating nemesis leaves them briefly alone to check the drive, the weary pair quietly slide their feet onto the floor, maneuver back-to-back and pluck pathetically at wrist bonds that refuse to give way. Before departing with his prize, the heartless man folds Chloe and Molly on their hips with waist- ankle tethers; until they're freed from the immovable rope webs, the beleaguered young ladies have plenty of time to regret their misguided investigative ambitions!