Reveling in his control of two beautiful women, the increasingly unbalanced intruder deprived Anny and Tabitha of their clothing before confining them to a glass-enclosed shower-stall. Standing bound and naked, murmuring through their white cleave-gags, they moved about carefully in the limited space, occasionally raising up on their bare feet and pressing their faces and breasts against the glass walls as they sought a way to escape. At last Anny was able to lean against the stall's door, which slowly opened -- but a familiar face was there to greet her.