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Now that I know that the husband knows that I am not his wife, the game has changed..or has it..as i demand he gag be F'in hard and to shove the gag F'in in my F'in mouth. He tightly re-gags me with the cleave gag and removes the handcuffs and re-ties my wrists behind my back with rope and leaves to look for his wife. I struggle and moan like I like it (because i do) but soon I hear him saying something about calling the cops so I panic and try to find an escape route, I stand up try to loosen the binds but all while you keep an eye on my ass in my very tight catsuit. I figure out how to unlock the window with my nose and frustratingly realize the window is my only way out but as soon as i put my leg up to get out, the shackles make it very difficult and at at that moment, he comes back and decides I need to be better bound...to a chair to ensure I stay put for the cops to come as I protest with my eyes and pleading mmpphh through the cleave gag.
To be continued...chairtied, regagged and even a hogtie is to come.