Lighter and darker shades of pink differentiated the bras and panties worn by Lexi and Kenzie, who'd been moved from the couch to stools in front of a bar. Duct-tape gags muffled voices that had been unable to communicate freely during their entire ordeal but their anxious whimpers filled the air. Once again, unseen hands exposed rope-framed breasts and helpless heroines writhed indignantly on the rotating chairs until they were restricted by links connecting their upper bodies and ankles to the wooden structures. Sitting face-to-face and barely able to move, Kenzie and Lexi gazed anxiously... Show more