She knew he was standing close to her long before she heard him. It had only been minutes since he placed the leather hood over hereyes, but it felt like an eternity. She had never experienced such intensity before. Even the air going into her lungs seemed to be alive. Was it that she was nervous, a little afraid or was it anticipation? Maybe it was all these things.
I'm not ashamed to admit that when tying up a beautifulgirl like Rachel I get a little selfish. In only some shorts and pantyhose I feed her arms around a pole and chain her up good. Finished off with a blue ballgag she's gets right to struggling; her breasts bouncing freely as she tries. While temping to restrain her even more, I think it's best to just enjoy the view. Wouldn't you agree?
