Her harasser unseen hiding in the bushes, Sandra had returned from a Christmas party, key just sliding into her front door lock, when a hand appeared from the dark and clamped firmly over her red lips. The muscular frame behind her maneuvered her inside her home keeping that handed clamped firmly over her mouth...
Now Sandra could hear the distant noises of her home being ransacked, drawers rummaged through, as she was helplessly tied up on her red velvet couch. A square of cloth had been cleaved between her clenched teeth, her wrists behind her back. As she tests the ropes around her l... Show more