Leggy brunette Ren Smolder and sexy pixie Michelle Peters are two undercover cops who are investigating me an my husband Jim Hunter. The two young cops don't have any evidence but they are eager to make the collar. The little one slaps a pair of Smith & Wesson hinged handcuffs on me and tells me to sit down while they continue to snoop around. I call Jim to help me take care of them. We each grab one and bind their arms to together behind their backs. Poor Michelle screams when Jim crushes her elbows together. He hands me a ballgag and I shove into the tall woman strapping it nice and tight...

Leggy brunette Ren Smolder and sexy pixie Michelle Peters are two undercover cops who are investigating me an my husband Jim Hunter. The two young cops don't have any evidence but they are eager to make the collar. The little one slaps a pair of Smith & Wesson hinged handcuffs on me and tells me to sit down while they continue to snoop around. I call Jim to help me take care of them. We each grab one and bind their arms to together behind their backs. Poor Michelle screams when Jim crushes her elbows together. He hands me a ballgag and I shove into the tall woman strapping it nice and tight. He does the same with little Michelle. We continue tying them up making sure their legs are bound tightly together. He lift & carry Michelle over his shoulder and throws her bound & gagged into the trunk of his car. He comes back for Ren and carries her over his shoulder while she kicks and struggles furiously. Into the trunk she goes right next to her partner. I laugh slamming the trunk shut and off we go. I dress them in super slutty micro mini skirts, skimpy crop tops, thigh high stockings and stiletto boots. First Jim drags Ren into the abandoned building and pushes her down against a steel table. He drags Michelle into the room and hooks her cuffed wrists to a ring over her head stretching her tiny body to its limit. While he is doing this, Ren manages to struggle loose and she makes a run for it managing to escape to the door. Jim catches her there and pulls her back by the ponytail. The leggy bimbo struggles but her efforts are futile and once again she is bound to the table. This time her cuffed ankles are attached to the chain so there is no chance of escape. Michelle whimpers as the drool runs down her shirt. He locks Michelle's booted ankles so that their last hope of getting out fades away. We taunt the girls by hanging the keys around their necks and we leave them to struggle ...