What's up with Cecelia Taylor? She was unable to explain why her white sweater was coiled by the tan rope that also pinned her legs together because there was a white cloth tied between her lips. Struggling as she sat on the edge of a lounge, Cecilia failed to loosen her ropework so she slipped off her sandals and stood up carefully on her bare feet. Any chance that the slender blonde would escape disappeared after she lay hogtied on the lounge, murmuring behind a duct-tape gag as her bare soles flexed above her hands.