Sydney Hale Strapped to a tabouret and secluded

Download HD Video (397.5 MB)


God Damn Tabouret Ties! They occasionally can be a world of torture. As I sat in the Tabouret waiting for my fate. My I was secured to the chair, very first my soles and then my assets to the chair. I wasn't going anywhere. My mitts got bound up behind my head and I knew it was a matter of mins before the was going to commence leaving them and my forearms were going to get tingly. I was then ball-gagged and the face mask was put on. I couldn't observe and wasn't glad that my mounds were unveiled the way they were. Prepped to be toyed with in any wish my fellow wished to have fun with. They could get smacked, pinched, squeezed, who knows what idea would come via his mind.