I struggle and kick as Jim Hunter drags me into the lair. Although my elbows are slammed brutally together behind my back, I put up a fight struggling hard but I am no match for the big burly man. He overpowers me and my mouth open shoving a huge dirty shop rag deeply between my lips and into my throat and then wraps white elastic bandage tightly between my teeth and around and around my head sealing the rag gag in. I still have plenty of fight in me and I kick at him and stomp on his feet with my gold toe stiletto high heels. My 50 year old body is not giving up without a good fight. He smack... Show more