Seated at her desk, Sage tapped casually at her laptop's keyboard until her eyes widened when photo after photo of a gagged and trussed Randy suddenly appeared on its screen. Her attention then turned to the appearance of Ms. Moore herself, whose torso was bound and her mouth covered by a black cloth as she walked into the room. Within moments, the client once more joined her counselor in mirror-image ropework and gag, Sage remaining in her chair to pluck with her bare toes at Randy's knots while she sat on the floor. After the chair disappeared, both women, barefoot and clad in tight tops ...

Seated at her desk, Sage tapped casually at her laptop's keyboard until her eyes widened when photo after photo of a gagged and trussed Randy suddenly appeared on its screen. Her attention then turned to the appearance of Ms. Moore herself, whose torso was bound and her mouth covered by a black cloth as she walked into the room. Within moments, the client once more joined her counselor in mirror-image ropework and gag, Sage remaining in her chair to pluck with her bare toes at Randy's knots while she sat on the floor. After the chair disappeared, both women, barefoot and clad in tight tops and yoga pants, challenged their bonds side-by-side on the floor, impressive breasts soon inevitably emerging between the ropes framing them.