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The sisters shared everything. Money, clothes, boys and now panties……

The road to academic success often skirts the tumultuous route of torture and doubt.

Whether Sarah was in a position to raise the alarm was a moot (mute) point.

The hooded freak took his time in wrapping her mouth and head in the silver gaffer tape. Any noises being made were the sound of frustration and muzzled groans.

Snowflake’s post gag remorse looked genuine.

When the kidnapper threw the tape and the mouth stuffing over to young heiress Sophie, she couldn’t believe he wanted to gag her like that.

Why didn’t your relationships work out since the divorce?

The abandoned shed on the old allotment was playing host to the buxom milf detectives who were well gagged up and tied fast in the ramshackle building.

The quiet and unassuming landlord Mr Collins had them knocked out and stored safely away as he made his own exit to skip justice. As for our damsel duo? They weren’t to know that the land was ready for flattening and redevelopment for some new luxury apartments.

As they regained consciousness, the muzzled cries for help would be drowned out by the fleet of heavy machinery advancing onto the site. The buildings were declared empty and the land free of any inhabitants.

Ginger stuff gagged . . . from Futile Struggles, of course.

It was amazing how a thickly stuffed and well taped gag could amend someone’s troublesome behaviour.

Those shady “film” auditions are never talked about until it’s too late.