Take out- Teaser

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Take out-



TEASER
by Lord-Storm,



Emma sat on the leather revolving desk chair desperately struggling against her tight bonds, clad only in her well filled 34d cup black lace bra,
the matching hi cut panties hidden beneath the dark control top pantyhose that sheathed the tightly bound shapely legs. Her angry moans through
the knotted cleave gag tied between her moist glossy lips, her curly brown-blonde hair, she had pinned up neatly that morning, somewhat dishevelled,
as her blue eyes looked out fro her designer spectacles and her plight and state of undress and the 24 year WPC was angry that they had taken her uniform,
not that she had much choice. Now she wondered how the others were fairing and if she could expect rescue soon, unfortunately for Emma her fellow
female officers in the storage facility had not faired much better.