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Astrid was tied spread-eagled down to the hard, cold, table top . . .
Her clothes lay scattered on the floor, just emphasising her nakedness.
The intruder prowled about, viewing her discomfort from every angle.
The intruter seemed especially fixated on her firm little bottom.
Astrid squirmed in embarassment.
Poor Astrid . . .
Was Astrid going to crack ? Did she even know where the file was ?
The fragrant Astrid is still being interrogated by the mysterious masked intruder about
her knowledge of the whereabouts of the top secret file. Now read on  . . . . . .
Tied spread-eagled across the table there is little poor Astrid can do, (except reveal the location of the file,
obviously), to stop the masked intruder doing as he wishes with her mostly naked young body . . . .
Clearly the masked intruder was no mug when it came to
interrogating pretty young ladies apparently with-holding
important information and soon he resorted to the leather
flogger he had wisely bought along with him.
Finally under the cruel sting of the flogger Astrid cracks, the file has been hidden in a draw in the kitchen all along. Now the masked
intruder has what he wants you ask 'will he release Astrid and leave her alone' ?
Only if by that you mean 'will he pull down her panties and lash her bare arse for a bit longer' . . . . .
What next for poor Astrid ? Next episode coming soon and yes, we will get round to putting the video up for you to
download before too long.
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