Aliya was correct, of course, because after she was stripped to her skimpy black bra and panties, the inquisitive girl sat tightly bound at the edge of a couch, those expressive eyes wide above the white cloth tied between her lips. When Melody joined her, she was shocked to see her sweet cousin in bare-breasted restraint; her ankles hitched to the couch leg at the opposite end from Aliya, the voluptuous captive mumbled to her cousin through the cleave-gag she was mouthing. The agitated embezzler let them know that they'd be staying as his unhappy guests until he was ready to change his loc... Show more