Laci was all smiles until the final ropes were secured in place. I think she had the delusion that she’d be able to get free. Wrists, ankles and elbows cinched and pulled tight she could barely squirm her body around. A freedom soon rectified with a few more ropes. Completely helpless and frantic in her semi-spreadeagle I saw only one way to calm her down. With a few more ropes a vibrator was tied right against her pussy. Her tight jeans gave her some insulation at first but that didn’t last long. Moans of distress soon turned to pleasure as the vibe worked its magic as I grabbed a fistful of rope. I wasn’t done with her yet.
