Jenna's supposed to be cleaning... but when she struts into the bedroom in that skimpy little maid outfit, she finds something much more exciting than dust. A strange machine by the bed catches her eye — and once she finds the remote and turns it on, her pussy clenches at the possibilities. Then her foot bumps something under the bed — a hidden box. Inside? A filthy little treasure chest: rope, a ball gag, glossy clamps, handcuffs, and lube. Her eyes light up. She knows the man who owns this house won't be home for a while... So she decides to play. She ties her legs up in a tight frog-tie, clamps her nipples and pussy lips until she's moaning from the ache, then slides onto the machine. The first pulse makes her cry out. Her hips grind. She's already soaking. She slips the gag between her lips, locks the cuffs on her wrists... and loses herself. She's a dripping, trembling mess. Moaning through her gag, drooling, cumming over and over while the machine pounds deep and fast — she cranks the tempo up until the bed is shaking under her. She's utterly wrecked... ruined... used. Then reality hits. She tries to reach for the cuff keys... but they're not there. They're real cuffs. She's tied up, gagged, clamped, and exposed — she's going to be caught right in the act, laid out across the bed like a filthy little toy. See what happens when he returns home in part 2... to be continued ...
