Donna Wilson

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The female mates giggled to each other, flattered, as they accepted the from the tall, broad and splendid stranger. He grinned but seemed notably silent… preoccupied. They can reminisce the highly first gulp of wine, but not the second. The club became a blur; the unknown suitor became a brooding brute… Sandra and Lauren have been disrobed down to their pantyhose and white, vintage, full figure girdles; brown-haired curls and platinum swings of hair streaming over naked shoulders as the rigidly corded twosome are shoved into glance in the cage they’re limited captive in. They can't say a thing, thanks to the fabric wrap gag sealing their throats shut. Their hulking harasser retrieves Sandra, relaxing her ropes for a mere moment of ease before even further restrictions befall her. He places the fine shape of the huge-titted broad on a makeshift mattress and hobbles her with a hogtie. Next he returns for lengthy legged Lauren, similarly cinching her ankles to her wrists atop the torn foam floor covering, demonstrating her sheer pantyhose soles, muddy from the concrete. Their confine restrain bondage unforgiving, both bound and ball-gagged gfs are left to struggle in their supah strict strap restraints…