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AJM - 0042

1/28/19 3:00 PM•11 min•449 MB•mp4•1080p
Price$11.99 USD
CategoryBondage
Related CategoriesDID,High Heels,Pantyhose/Stockings,Secretary,Upskirt
KeywordsShiny,Blouse,Gal Friday,Rope,Struggling,Damsel,DID,Ring Gag,Gag,Skinny Women,Topless
Description

He seemed like a nice and competent enough fellow, but this wasn't my call to make.  It had come down from Mr Smith's office, and I was just the bearer of bad news.

"...you're just not going to be a good fit for our company unfortunately.  I'm sure you can show yourself out." Just as I've repeated to countless applicants over the years.

I turn and start to dial Mr Smith's extension when suddenly the man grabs me from behind, covering my mouth with his large hands.  I reach up and try to pull him off of me, but am unable to budge his grip on my face at all.

I find myself bound at the wrist and ankle with my legs spread wide and through the arms of my office chair.  My skirt has ridden up to my hips leaving my pantyhose encased legs completely exposed.  I shift side to side, attempting to loosen my bonds.  My assailant idly pushes me forward, dipping my face below my knees, before jerking me upright once again.  A ring gag is placed between my teeth and strapped securely behind my head while many protestations issue forth from me.  I wriggle and writhe a bit, briefly alone, when my foe returns to unbutton my blouse, revealing my petite, pert breasts.  I fling my body left and right.  I flex and roll my ankles attempting to free my feet from the restraints encircling them.  Eventually, I manage to slip off a pump and kick away the remaining ropes.  Unfortunately, this does not afford me any more mobility.  My legs swing freely; my toes barely able to reach the floor when pointed.  The applicant hoists my arms up and over the back of my chair, securing them in place and XXXX me leaned forward.  I struggle and squirm, bouncing in my seat.  The occasional string of drool dribbling down my chin.  Finally, each ankle is pulled back and up and fastened to the anchor rope.  He pushes and spins me, tipping the chair far forward, threatening to drop me on my face, until ultimately dragging me away.

 

Keywords: rope, bondage, damsel in gal Friday, shiny blouse, pantyhose, high heels, secretary, topless, bare breasts, ring gag

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