Realtors Nightmare
20:30 video
I have a beautiful and expensive house I am selling as a Realtor and I watch as this potential buyer walks up the sidewalk..Wow, he sure cant afford this. Just look at the way he is dressed. He looks like he should live in a single wide trailer and he sure has no need for all these beautiful rooms and 3 stories of a home. Hell, I'm sure he doesn't have a family to fill this expensive home so there is no reason to treat him with respect. I show him around making these thoughts known as I strut my beauty in my back seam stockings, short skirt and silk blouse and of course high heals with my glasses and hair in a bun. My attitude towards him is as if i'm talking to a worthless piece of trash. He insists I stop talking to him like that but I don't. In one of the empty rooms, he sees rolls of tape on the window sill and his mind wonders and he just dreams of what i truly deserve..or does he dream it? We whirlwind to his daydream of him grabbing me as i show off yet another room he is not worthy to even step foot in. He grabs one of many rolls of duct tape and immediately and roughly tapes my arms behind my back, taping from my elbows all the way to my wrists in a tape arm-binder. He then grabs a stinky big bandanna from his pocket and shoves it roughly into my mouth and uses a roll of electrical tape to secure it as he wraps and wraps the tape around my head, all while my glasses stay on my face. You see the helplessness in my eyes and the struggle in my actions as he continues to tape me up, grope my breasts after he ripped my blouse making the buttons go flying. He continues to tape my arms to my body, my thighs, my calves, and my ankles tightly together as in his fantasy, he just stands back and watches me struggle and mmpphh. This is my nightmare, his dream come true. As I struggle the skirt tears and rips the silky blouse is hanging on only due to the tape holding it on. My eyes are big always being able to be seen from under my spectacles that always stay on. My hair goes everywhere and I struggle..or do I as his fantasy snaps back as I walk back down the stairs still being very rude to him, making it clear i don't think I want to be his Realtor any longer due to the obvious lack of funds..or so i think, as i don't look like anything that he thought ever happened...Or did it as he skips with happiness back out the sidewalk. Hmm...I wonder why he is so happy as I spoke to him so horribly...