Tied hand and foot, the nude journalists sat on a small padded bench, pinned back-to-back by a rope tightened around their waists. The cleave-gagged pair twisted nervously and murmured to each other as they awaited their jailer's inevitable appearance. When it occurred, he first devoted his attention to Hazel's shapely bare feet after lifting her legs into his lap; tickling ensued, which caused the bound girl to writhe and giggle. He didn't ignore Katrina, who wriggled as she received the same enthusiastic hands-on treatment of her feet and ribs.