When Liz Jordan arrived at Jenna's home, instead of being greeted by her friend she made the unpleasant acquaintance of Cousin Jake. Seated in a red armchair, the bewildered little brunette strained against coils of rope that controlled her arms and legs while she murmured nervously through a snug cloth gag. Liz still remained under ropework control while struggling barefoot on the floor, her sleeveless top neatly folded down in another case of breast exposure. Her exertions brought Liz onto her side, where she lay wriggling on the floor while wondering what had happened to Jenna.