Lucy Kemp – Infiltrating Mr Temerity’s Dance Troupe Landed Her in Piping Hot Bound & Gagged Peril! (Borderland Bound)
Deeply gorgeous Lucy Kemp is looking pretty awesome in her leotard, dark tights and high heels. She’s an undercover and she’s infiltrating a demon of a chap named Ben Temerity. This guy has a front for a hefty narcotics income. Several fronts, actually, but for now, Lucy is focusing on this one: Temerity’s Dance House For Girls. Snappy company name, eh? Assigned the task of bringing this scum to book, Lucy poses as a young auditioning hopeful and arrives at the dude’s country house loaded with charm.
After a rambling, perverted, and entirely predictable overture to the busty, mega-sexy blonde, fumbled with all of the usual epicness, Temerity excuses himself to fetch them both a glass of apple juice. Lucy has him, she believes, right where she wants him and soon enough, she’ll excuse HERSELF, and slip upstairs to his office to see what she can find. But, alas, Miss Snoop, you shan’t be getting that far, as Temerity re-enters the parlour, this time with something very persuasive in his pocket, very much pointing her way.
Lucy, surprised at the sudden temperature chill, has no choice but to get her hands up. As the breath-taking stunner is ordered upstairs, she places her hands on her head. Temerity is saying he means only to tie her up while he thinks about what he will do with her. Lucy, believing herself to be biding her time to attack, is bound and gagged on a bed in one of the back rooms this creep has.
With a thick black bandana pulled tightly betwixt her teeth, Lucy ain’t saying much, but she is mumbling rather hotly. As she writhes about on the covers, looking incredible and straining at her ropes and muzzle, we might all need to take a cold shower. As she twists and shapes that fitness-honed form of hers in her sexy leotard, we must surely be thinking how can this get any better…? And that’s when the shoes come off!
Continuing to squirm urgently on the bed, Lucy scans the room with her big blue eyes, an idea occurring to her. After some effort, she gains her bound legs and hops across the room, where she nudges the door open with her face (incredible) and is soon off madly bunnying it to what she hopes amounts to escape. But, and wouldn’t you know it – that is precisely when Temerity, like some malignant jack-in-the-box – pops out of a room behind her. Seizing the madly hopping chick, he handgags and fondles her huge tits some more, then carries her off, struggling fervently over his shoulder!
Next thing we all know, the still tightly gagged exposed undercover tart is being bound into a chair. Good and secured, she is left on the landing to strain and wriggle, completely helpless and fuming into her gag as only Ms Kemp can. She sure wishes she could speak. She’d have more than a few choice things to say! Struggling on, eventually, she gets her chance. Temerity, who has gone through her handbag again (he did that earlier – it’s how he figured her for an undercover) he wants to know more details about her mission.
Lucy isn’t talking, so he roughly gags her again, this time with a thick yellow handkerchief and again, the busty lovely is left to surge about in her chair, all tied up and silenced. One notable moment even has the chair-rocking captive repeatedly looking over the stairwell. It’s so hot and we captured every scintillating moment of it. Then we are back to watching this thoroughly beautiful dance poser going hard at her restraints, all helpless in that chair.
Now we present this mighty fine actress surging around like mad in her small wooden chair, straining at her ropes, her cheeks bulging crazily under the pressure of the hanky keeping her quiet. Now, if she could juuuuuust slip a rope from around her wrist maybe? She rocks back and forth in a frantic sawing motion, but it appears to be of no use, so thoroughly trussed up is she. And so, of course, industriousness turns to frustration with the smokin’ lovely often fixing US with a nasty look. Like it’s OUR fault! Ok, perhaps we could at least sympathise with the notion of her being set loose, we suppose, but isn’t it way much more fun watching her struggle? And so, this continues, with the de-shoed, nylon encased, leotard-decked-out honey gag talking as much as she is able, grunting under the pressure and frequently appealing for some kind of release! HOT.
