Renee in: Pre-Dinner Complaints Issue Involving the Gorgeous Naked Critic Lady You've Captured, Mr Psycho Chef!! (All the Courses!) (HD)

Description: A ravishing, captured lady is squirming, bound hand and foot, naked, in a creepy unit. stashed away out of sight, with a very sticky piece of tape covering her mouth (we don’t want the neighbours alerted) she is unable to call out, to let anybody know about this situation she finds herself in… bucking hard and fast on the end of her taut rope, the silenced beauty seethes. how is she supposed to turn in her findings now?? this chef will be getting quite the review once she gets loose… but right now, that’s a big ‘if’. perhaps she should have known better than to target this deranged culinary luminary! also includes:  psycho chef gets called in to save monty’s restaurant from ruin - she is kept on ice while he’s gone!! (juicy extras) renowned ‘nude critic’ renee, she really should have known better than to sneak into the gloomy old manse currently occupied by sir ian mcpekingduck, aka, you know who. this madman has just a few nights past had dinner with his 2082nd captive maiden but if we know anything about his ass it’s that he is always, always, hungry for more. so, it’s perfect timing when this beautiful naked woman, tried to catch him off-guard (as most top critics will) in order to find out a little more about these sinister ‘dinners’. inside the creepy house, we kick straight in with a mighty handgagging of the lovely interloper, in her pretty, trademark golden slippers as she is bundled away (struggling seriously hard – a bit like us views at this stage, no doubt) inside the creepy house, we kick straight in with the lovely interloper, in her pretty, trademark golden slippers snooping around and clearly running into big trouble, with the quickness… the naked lady struggles indignantly, this latest overcome beauty to fall prey to that most psychotic of chefs. he’s trussing her up securely (the naughty little madam just will not quit her wiggling) up in an attic room. bound hand and foot, he silences that insolent mouth with a thick, very tightly pulled, green bandana, in da style of a cleave!! urgent grumblings are taken down more than a notch, but boy does she still try and yelp on occasion and never stops fighting her strict hemp restraints. if it’s one thing the chef knows though, it’s how to tie up girls. so, she’s staying! and a jolly good swat or several on that firm backside of hers, confirms! with that, miss renee (mmmmmm) is left writhing on the carpet, the chef returns with oils and spices and gets to work on luncheon. thus she is abandoned to have a good old struggle and the beauty does so, as always, deliciously playing up to it her usual zest. aftre a botched escape effort – which was actually a fair attempt  - our babe is strung up in sir ian’s ‘hogshed’ bound with stout cordage indeed and with packing taped slapped over her mouth to keep her tight little ass in line. nice… when we’ve had our fill of that sizzling situation, we find our hapless maiden transported up to the house, where the massively struggling girl is taped up. the chef plugs her mouth with a thick, cloth and tapes it in rather well. renee crosses and rolls her eyes with typical aplomb as she is groped and enjoyed by the demented chef, who even carries on his cooking while his nude company rants gag-style behind him. after a time of this, he bundles the kicking, struggling beauty into his dining room, slaps her gorgeous arse down onto the big wooden medieval table and feels her up some more – in between sips of a fine red wind. ahhhhhhhhh. later, the incensed maiden gets gagged up with a cloth and more tape – much more, in fact - in the drawing room while a heap more tape bonds are wrapped about the squirming hottie’s person. renee is outraged, particularly when the brazen fiend helps himself to her hot tits while fondling her ass, and she grumbles and into her packed out tapegag. while she struggles, she continues to glance around the room. hmmmm, a phone. if she could juuuuuust get to it, etc etc. renee, quite brilliantly, as she always does, really bestows upon us her sense of humiliation, powerlessness, and rage at having been overcome by this bastard. oh, we enjoy her being left struggling on her tits, on the floor and later, after being caught going for the phone, carried to the couch… oh we do. after some very hot body pops, with some incredible barefoot writhings, renee, the critic, is groped some more before being left blindfolded for the evening. and, as you can imagine, our plucky hostage likes being unable to see even less than all of the above. let’s settle back and witness her getting to grips with matters… mmmmm… dammit! the girl is a feisty one and will not stay quiet. he quickly slaps a dusky pink was cloth into her yapper and whips off his stripy tie, securing it eye-bulgingly tightly. her beautiful, tanned (we can see your sexy bikini lines, nah-nah-nah-nah-naaaahhhh) oil-sheened body is ruthlessly bound with fine jute rope and hoglashed as she is, the naked, barefoot cutie is staying put! and, as well she might, for sir ian must dash out and save monty’s (his fav eatery) from potential ruin! if he doesn’t get over there and bash out his signature ‘duck and wellington (boot) surprise’ well, who knows what else might happen!? later, and ‘tis time to move the maiden! in the kitchen, she is bound up hogstyle, a thick, juicy lemon slammed into her pie guzzler. oh, we like this… and does this comely young thing ever work that kitchen counter top! uurrrrmmmppphhhh!!! outraged, and with her strange gag packed in good and tight between her teeth, the delightfully frustrated, fruit-stuffed hottie won’t stay silent, so he stuffs her mouth with a pink washcloth – upon learning he must dash orrfff to monty’s - and cleave gags it in tightly enough to cross her eyes with his own tie!! humiliated and helpless, the sleuthing nude critic (interesting) twists around in her stringent hogtie, her feet just perfect (oh – sole -mio) and her big toes twined together with string. what a treat those tasty feet are too, all wiggling about and stuff… as the naked captive bounces up and down, she gag talks a lot, often fixing us with those incredible eyes of hers. having failed at her mission today (don’t feel too bad, dear, they all do) she simmers behind her big gag, chewing on that and grinding her hard bod into that cool granite. it’s all so astonishingly hot, especially when she swishes her spanked arse around. lightly… reddened…. young missy? oh, do keep struggling and mumbling for us, won’t you? we simply cannot get enough. good luck at monty’s, by the way, sir ian. you’ll do fine! ***all productions (video & images) & associated bondage scenarios depicted are strictly of a role play and story driven nature and feature fully consenting participants aged over 18 and established safe signals (clearly defined within each fantasy scene) between model(s) and crew are in continual use throughout the production.  thus, these are pure, tongue in cheek adventuristic fantasy scenarios, without exception fully consensual, contextual and supported by model release to this effect***