Emily Camille was finally nude except a leather arm binder, a fully pack mouth sealed with tape under a leather beanie hood with a leather posture collar holding up her head. And with her arms pulled tightly behind her back palm to palm, and elbow to elbow in side a leather single armbinder with rope pulled down to her ankels with only inches apart as she moves, she feels the lock hanging from her nipple clips touching her tightly knotted crouch rope.