"Comfortable?" I managed a muted whimper, unable to properly answer, my own soaked panties, ripe with the taste of my own juices and stuffed into my mouth made it impossible to form coherent words. No. I wasn't. And it wasn't just the physical discomfort, although that was a large part of it. Bent at the waist, my ankles shackled, my legs forcibly spread wide. Wrists and neck trapped,
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