Vitty and Destiny in: Security Squirming: All Taped Up At The HudGiggler Museum Of Curiosities (Part 4)

We re back with yet more superhot security guard babes in fearsome taped up peril. Ready?Sexy, busty, big-mouthed and, actually, quite lazy Destiny is having a good ol chinwag with her colleague - the sultry, adorable Vitty. The pair of lovelies are working the late shift up at the HudGiggler Museum of well, just read the title, please and are not particularly exuberant about things. Bored, in fact, they surely are. Complaining about nothing ever happening around here, with their well-toned legs crossed sexily and cute heeled feet swinging, it seems the ladies are settling in for quite the chat. So let s derail them, quickly. In bursts a masked man wielding a familiar little item designed to induce a swift surrendering on the part of the bemused guards. With that, the girls are ordered to kneel on the deck and both have their wrists bound strongly with silver tape. Next off the track the GAGS. Handy cloth packing is shoved in the stubborn, wiggling Destiny s trap first and she is then orally walled up with savage abandon, with much more serious silver tight tape. Wallop. Skin tight, gag-welded madness and the eye-bulging Destiny cannot utter a word. Then the raider goes to town on a much protesting Vitty, who ultimately is powerless to resist. Our man then wraps both bucking beauties up like packages and leaves them struggling intensely, very bound and gagged indeed, while he roams off to begin looting the old museum of some of it s, well, read the title again, please. Our well-trussed security babes, unable to get anywhere NEAR the damned alarms, struggle wildly, with much cheek-bulging and gag-chugging breakneck action. Of course, they do try very hard to free one another, all while communicating sort of through those monster gags. They are soon rolling around all over the floor. As you would expect, they fail to make themselves in any way understood, or to get their wrists in any way free, and so it s all a jolly lot of fun for US. As the clock on the wall ticks solemnly by, the going ballistic gals Destiny s short skirt is well up, revealing her round, perfect rump are revisited by their assailant, who after a good tit grabbing, verbal trouncing and some especially ungentlemanly treatment of Dear Destiny, lashes the busty, cleavage-accentuated ladies back to back. Thus more thoroughly incapacitated, they are again left to grind and twist in all that unyielding silver tape. Of course, no sooner has he left the room than the enraged, humiliated security vixens are battling it out again, straining and surging, those face-bendingly tight gags positively glued on. This neatly exhilarating back to back truss up is guaranteed to have you applauding the raider for his malevolent handiwork