BIRGIT COMPTON'S
BONDAGE PHOTO-STORIES - Page thirty-two
BONDAGE PHOTO-STORIES - Page thirty-two
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We left Astrid sprawled on the floor unconscious, but the mysterious intruder didn't waste his time, apart from a bit
of opportunistic invasive touching up, obviously. By the time she came to her senses, Astrid was already hogtied and
crudely gagged.
of opportunistic invasive touching up, obviously. By the time she came to her senses, Astrid was already hogtied and
crudely gagged.
After letting her squirm on the floor in silence for a bit, the mysterious intruder then begins to interogate our hapless heroine. All too easily Astrid
admits to working for Compton Industries, (perhaps that was a mistake), but she denies all knowledge of the file on the top secret 'Cold Water Fusion'
project. The intruder is not going give up easily on this one . . . . .
admits to working for Compton Industries, (perhaps that was a mistake), but she denies all knowledge of the file on the top secret 'Cold Water Fusion'
project. The intruder is not going give up easily on this one . . . . .
Astrid is striped down to her bra and panties for further 'questioning'.
Spread-eagled over the table in just her bra and panties, how long can Astrid hold out against the mysterious masked intruder and his quest for
information. Does she have the top secret file ? Does she even know what he's talking about ?! One thing's for sure she's either going to give up the
file or what's left of her dignity. Move on now for the next trouser busting instalment . . . . .
information. Does she have the top secret file ? Does she even know what he's talking about ?! One thing's for sure she's either going to give up the
file or what's left of her dignity. Move on now for the next trouser busting instalment . . . . .