Ah yes, life is good. I've married and knocked off my fifth rich man and I'm living large. In walks Whitney Morgan, the step-daughter of my last late husband. She accuses me of her step-father and trapping him like prey. I'm grieving because your step-daddy was the love of my life I tell Whitney, but she isn't buying it. Suddenly I feel a prick in my neck and my world begins to get black. She drags my body into the bedroom and removes my expensive rings and earrings along with my jewelry bag. I'm unable to move or protest and Whitney is having a field day with all my gems! I feel her roll my b...

Ah yes, life is good. I've married and knocked off my fifth rich man and I'm living large. In walks Whitney Morgan, the step-daughter of my last late husband. She accuses me of her step-father and trapping him like prey. I'm grieving because your step-daddy was the love of my life I tell Whitney, but she isn't buying it. Suddenly I feel a prick in my neck and my world begins to get black. She drags my body into the bedroom and removes my expensive rings and earrings along with my jewelry bag. I'm unable to move or protest and Whitney is having a field day with all my gems! I feel her roll my body over and rope up my arms behind my back. I become awake with her body straddling mine and I try to jerk her off my back. I'm seeking revenge for my tep-step-father!!!! I kick and scream and roll over to see Whitney slowly peeling down her moist panties. She laughs and my mouth open as shoves shoves my pussy soaked panties in deeply. I protest and struggle as she wraps my head with vet wrap silencing me, but Whitney closes off my nose and out I go again. She pulls my tight satin panties off my shoulders and pulls down my bra exposing my tits. The blonde bitch continues to taunt me as she sits on top of me continuing to rope me up. Wrists, ankles and a tight hogtie. I try to roll my body towards the door and almost get to the open doorway when Whitney adds yet another rope brutally binding my knees together. My ass is out and it encourages Whitney to add a crotchrope to my shiny pantyhose. I try to kick her but I can't untie any of the knots. Whitney grabs the jewelry bag and shuts the bedroom door leaving me struggling and rolling around on the cold floor helpless and unable to escape.