My gorgeous girl friend Liz River loves to play the damsel, but deep down she secretly enjoys this restraint role play in a way that gets a gal all hot under the… collar. I can relate! When Liz came to stay we came up with a couple of scenarios that got both of us blushing, bringing Ben in to be the bad guy, all business and brawn, for bound orgasms! A Seventies-esque secretarial outfit suits liz so well, brunette locks gleam next to chestnut satin blouse with matching color leather pumps, with a wooden heel straight out of the Disco Era. Luckily her floral pencil skirt has just enough give as it hugs her curves, as Ben ties up Liz’s ankles to a wheeled metal office chair, legs tied hovering above the floor, feet bared, pantyhose sheer enough to show pedicured toes and a neat bush under the nylon gusset covering spread-legged crotch. Perfectly vulnerable for Ben’s expert hands, holding an Hitachi vibrator upon Liz River’s clit. First her pleasured moans are muffled by a ballgag, releasing copious amounts of shining drool. Ben (& I) want to hear orgasmic vocalisation, so he removes saliva covered ballgag, gripping a handful of Liz’s hair in a fist, and turning up that wand to high power till Liz cums with loud pleading groans, gritting her teeth before screaming out a YES!