When they finished, they had Ingrid Holloway, a neatly wrapped, 125 pound, nicely built blond, bound, gagged, blinded and packaged in a snug leather suit, so tightly strapped up that nothing moved except perhaps her fingers and toes. The toes didn’t count because they remained in her five inch high heels that had been flexi-cuffed to her feet before they began the suit enclosure. The silhouette figure with its strapping was complete except for the blond head with the pear gag filling its mouth.
“I think she needs something special on her head, don’t you guys?” Ellen suggested, sitting on the floor next to her new acquisition. “What would you suggest, Ingrid?” Ellen asked the trussed and gagged blond lying on her back, the dual mounds of her massive breasts rising and falling rapidly from
