Blair was relieved to be wearing the long red dress in which she'd begun her ill-fated attempt at burglary, but much less pleased with the rope web securing her to a wooden post on the patio. Standing apprehensively against the post, Blair tasted cloth and winced at the sticky sensation of tape against her lips as she was gagged, then felt familiar fingers sliding under the top of her dress to renew their acquaintance with her breasts. Left alone, she strained with renewed energy against the maddening ropework and raised up on sandalled bare feet, feet that would soon feel the annoying sen... Show more