No such luck for the attractive leaseholders, who were being ruthlessly manipulated by a greedy homeowner and a clever man without a conscience. Still controlled by the self-described fugitive, Diana and Savannah sat on the floor, backs against their new couch; both of their naked bodies were webbed with rope that pinned their arms behind them and their legs together. Microfoam tape-gags muffled their voices but didn't entirely prevent them from communicating; while their captor took a break from his strenuous villainy, they swung back-to-back and plucked at each other's knotted wrists. It ... Show more