PART TWO ONLY - REAL MEDIA VERSION - Trixie's homebound horror continues. She in a frenzy of fear--helpless, confused and at the total mercy of Max—the fiendish master of misery when it comes to home invasions. Trixie's designer bra can barely contain her fabulous, fully formed, eye-candy tits. Max releases them to view and what a sight they are. WOW! And who could resist a firm fondling of those feminine beauties? Not Max! The boobs are worked over thoroughly at the expense of Trixie's female honor. She's shocked, degraded and helpless to do a single thing about it. Max ropes her up, tighter ...

PART TWO ONLY - REAL MEDIA VERSION - Trixie's homebound horror continues. She in a frenzy of fear--helpless, confused and at the total mercy of Max—the fiendish master of misery when it comes to home invasions. Trixie's designer bra can barely contain her fabulous, fully formed, eye-candy tits. Max releases them to view and what a sight they are. WOW! And who could resist a firm fondling of those feminine beauties? Not Max! The boobs are worked over thoroughly at the expense of Trixie's female honor. She's shocked, degraded and helpless to do a single thing about it. Max ropes her up, tighter than ever. He enjoys a few more pokes and prods, an ass slap on that gorgeously round firm ass of hers. He cops an extra feel or two—maybe even three then just leaves Trixie to wallow and thrash against the ropes till she wears herself out. Trixie's a fighter and doesn't give up easy, but the cause is lost. She's destined to be just another crime statistic in the world of women victimized by the ever growing number of Home Invasion A woman of her social class who lives in a safe, upscale suburban setting, shouldn't have to suffer these indignities. But guys like Max don't know such unofficial “social” rules. Sorry girl! Live and learn. No sauna at the club today, Trixie. And BTW, you're gonna' miss that tanning session and pedicure. The girls will miss you at lunch and you just know they'll “talk” about you in every catty, vindictive way possible when you aren't there to defend yourself. And as if the shame never ends--whoever frees you will see you're actually wearing tummy-control-top pantyhose. Are we a bit vain, Trixie? Or is it just a few too many caramel macchiato lattes? Regardless, it's never a good day to be a sexy, hot-bodied babe when Max comes calling.