That move reduced Ashley and Gizelle to bras and panties while shifting them to a more spacious room where they sat trussed-up on the floor. Already annoyed by Ashley's extensive memory loss, the chief agent had learned that Gizelle was not a licensed PI, merely an ambitious social media influencer who was now far out of her league. So he took pleasure in stuffing cloth into both unhelpful mouths before sealing their lips with duct-tape, then leaving them to writhe next to each other. A vigorous effort to free each other was countered by waist-ankle tethers that folded the bare-breasted pa... Show more