Encased in a cocoon

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Upon entering the grotto the next morning, I hoped to clean up the tailings from their dining. What a shock witnessing her as I left her. A duo punches -- she stirs and moans. I had satisfied myself and hoped to share this morsel with my friends living amongst the trees and slopes of the mountain. To get ready the celebrate I frog-tied and packaged her head and forearms with tape. Looking down at her now I could witness hair stuck to the gauze and adorning the ground, It looked as if they had laid beside her -- maybe to keep her warm. Many days have transferred since that cold misty Fall morning surprise. She continues to expose the wisdom of the mountain. Just when she seemed resigned to the “adjustment” routines, I added, probably, the most awful one she could imagine. I felt that she had a bunch at stake with her hair grooming. Liquidating this last vestige of her vanity would fully empty her. I hooked up a dual bind pushup rig by weaving her hair into a pulley. As her hands heavy-breathing she could pull her hair out. She is a strong cunny -- she resisted for at least an hour. Then, just as she began to collapse, I positioned the scissors within her grasp.