Our hidden spy girl mumbles and mmmppphhhs around a mouth held by thick cotton bandana, her giant sweater-clad. Her assailant is under strict instructions to hold her ass for safekeeping, until Mr Albatross can determine a suitable fate for her… Our intrepid secret agent, having bluffed her way inside, navigating the attentions of a couple of burly goons on the pretext of being a tax inspector, Ms Atwell (the STUNNING Ms Atwell) is alone for a moment,. Unfortunately for her, the Agency can’t get a bead on her way our here, so it’ll take some time before they can come to her assistance… Charley, brave young soul that she. Charley goes to look for him… Now, there has been talk of a few security guards going missing up at Albatross’s Rugs. Seems you are not quite as smart or industrious as you would have yourself believe, madam… The incensed operative squirms and fidgets in her tight black outfit and heels, lashed securely to some scaffolding and straining at a VERY tightly pulled thick bandana cleave! “GGGHHHMMM!!” Our Miss Atwell is left, locked inside with the doll and company,. No matter how much she bites and. The humiliated hottie does her thing. Her continuing captivity with that damned fine hemp hogtying,. Her continuing captivity later involves a damned fine hogtying, time spent being roughly roped like a steer with a thick leather OTN gag. Oooh, shudder! ***All productions (video & images) & associated bondage scenarios depicted are strictly of a role play and story driven nature and feature fully