Even more scantily clad in barely-there bras and thong-panties, restrained by rope webs and silenced by wrap-around gags, Britt and Armani walked slowly toward long-legged stools where an all-too-familiar face awaited them. After manifesting his mastery once again, the strange character seated his pawns with their bound ankles hitched to the stools, then loomed over the wide-eyed pair before they were left on display. Armani and Britt's breasts inevitably thrust through intricate rope frames and the stools rotated from position to position while the bewildered girls murmured to each other. ... Show more