#jasmine009

Emmaline couldn’t help being a little surprised when she opened the storage unit and found what, or who, was trussed up inside. Poor Jasmine, left there like this for whoever found her. She stared for a moment, wide-eyed. “Why is there a half-naked woman tied up in the storage locker?” she blinked. “It’s not my birthday.”

Jasmine whined into the gag as Emmaline looked her over and commented on her being bound in the storage locker. She had been so nervous about who would find her, but she tilted her head in confusion as Emmaline spoke. She didn’t understand what this woman was saying. Jasmine had been left there to get her out of the way and it had been working.

She was flexible naturally, so the position didn’t hurt too much. But, this woman speaking a different language did scare her a bit. Where on Earth was she and what was going on? Jasmine started to wiggle in her bonds, shivering nervously as Emmaline spoke.

Emmaline’s translator must’ve been out. She should probably call someone, but… no harm in admiring the view first, right? A stunningly sexy girl in a position like this… opportunites like that didn’t just come along every day. “Don’t worry, I’m gonna help you…” she knelt down, running her hands up the girl’s thighs, admiring how what little fabric she was wearing so perfectly outlined her pussy in this position. “Kinda hot when you squirm like that…”

Jasmine struggled in the bonds as the woman continued to babble to her in words she couldn’t understand. She didn’t know what was happening, but this had to be Jafar’s way of getting Jasmine out of the way. He’d mentioned sending her somewhere that she could never make her way back home again and this must have been his answer. Jasmine tried to move away as the woman touched her thighs, but nothing was really working.