Once she was deprived of her catsuit, Jane Wilde knelt at the bed's headboard, held in place by a tether between her chest bonds and a metal bar between the bedposts. Cloth-stuffing secured by a knotted cleave-gag spread Jane's lips and the taut ropework controlled a curvaceous little body that was barely covered by a string-like black bra and thong. Although she leaned forward and strained vigorously against the rope web, Jane couldn't escape the trap, one that grew more ruthlessly restrictive once she was hogtied. Eyes wide above the gag that had been doubled with duct-tape, she arched a... Show more