Petite socialite Roxie pulls at the tight leather cords that cut deep into the soft flesh around her arms & elbows but the leather cords hold her tight. Where am I she cries out. Poor Roxie moans and cries into her gag as she hears the sound of my stiletto heels echoing off the concrete floor. She looks up from the old soiled mattress that she has been laying on and sees me. Her eyes widen in fear as I approach with my stiletto over the knee leather boots. Roxie begs and pleas into her gag for her to please loosen the leather cords and allow her to stretch out her poor cramped muscles and to g... Show more