Sandra, Caroline Pierce



The surprised secretarial staff, over powered upon entry, and secured in copious coils of electrical tape constricted around their satin blouses, pencil skirts and pantyhosed legs, are lifted into a awaiting van. It appeared to be their skills had been sold, not for touch typing this day, but for their individual charms... An muscular, lithe redhead, a raven-haired vixen, a breathtaking, silver haired MOTHER ID LIKE TO FUCK, and a long-limbed dark brown. Their billibongs, every couple a flawless paragon of every shapely figure, straining inside their shirts. As their unexpected vehicle ride starts, they call out throughout well stuffed throats, the tape over their lips gagging their cries. They desperately attempt to stay vertical as the road twists and turns, losing all sense of direction in their voyage... An abrupt halt jolts em, sunlight floods in as the van doors open, the driver hops every infirm hostage onto the door step and, delivery complete, leaves em to their fate...

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Sandra, Caroline Pierce

Sandra, Caroline Pierce


Sandra, Caroline Pierce

Sandra, Caroline Pierce



Sandra, Caroline Pierce


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Sandra, Caroline Pierce