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(Later this week...The Sequel to the two Mothers Tied up at the Hotel.)
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Ashley Phillips sighed as she ended the call. Her son's regular babysitter wasn't able to watch him that afternoon. Ashley was a hotshot interior designer and desperately needed to get to her office for about three hours that day. However, that wasn't the only hiccup. The other problem presented was that her son's mischievous friend was over at the house with him. Feeling that she had no other recourse, the gorgeous 37-year-old mother felt she had to make the kids an enticing offer.

"Boys, here is the deal. I know full well that I can't leave you two alone here. No telling what I would come home to find!", she told them with a chuckle. "So, I am going to bring you to the office with me, today....."

"Nooooooooooooooooo!!" her 12-year-old son, Raymond whined.

"Let me finish. And in doing so, we can do whatever you want for fun right after. As long as you both are on your best behavior, of course. The movies, arcade. Whatever your hearts' desire."

Twelve-year-old Charles nudged his best friend, Raymond to follow him over to the corner of the room as the two boys huddled. After some excited whispering, Raymond looked over and nodded.

"Okay, deal, Mom."

"Wonderful! Now, you boys get your shoes on while I grab my purse and car keys."

As the trio pulled into the vacant parking lot, Raymond looked around puzzled.

"Mom, where is everybody else?", he asked.

"Didn't I mention it? We are going to be the only ones here, today. I have the keys to the office," Ashley responded as she parked her vehicle.

As Ashley fumbled for the keys in her purse, she looked over and noticed young Charlies with a backpack over his right shoulder.

"Hey, what do you have in there?", she asked, curiously.

"Oh, just a few things to keep Raymond and myself occupied while you work, Misses Phillips," Charles answered, politely.

"Good idea," Ashley responded as she finally unlocked the door. "And boys, I am counting on you, this afternoon. Please."

It had been almost an hour as Ashley sat at her desk, breathing deeply. She peered over and noticed the two boys looking at a handheld video game console in Raymond's hands. She smiled seeing how they were truly behaving, and she wasn't having to pull her hair out and chase after them.

"Boys, there is a vending machine full of goodies in the hallway. Here," she said as she pulled out her wallet, retrieving her credit card. "Come take this and help yourselves to some snacks. I really appreciate you kids letting me get this work done. I was behind and it was imperative!"

"Thanks, Mom," Raymond said as he and Charles leapt off the two chairs in her office. "Yeah, thanks, Misses Phillips."

"No, thank you, boys. Right out my office door and to the left you will find the machine."

(Another hour passes by...)

As the buxom mother was frantically typing away on her keyboard, she again glanced over to the two young men. "Almost done, fellas. Have you two figured out what you want to do as a reward for your excellent behavior?"

"We have, Mom. We decided that it would be great if the three of us could play a game," her son, Raymond answered, with a little hesitancy in his tone.

"A game? Absolutely. Back at the house, we have Monopoly, Connect Four, Clue and a few more for you boys to pick from. Just give me a couple of minutes and we can be out of here," Ashley responded, unaware of their true intentions.

"No, Misses Phillips. Actually, the game we had in mind could actually take place right here," her son's friend informed her.

"What was that? Sorry, I am concentrating on this. I'll be wrapping it up, shortly," Ashley responded, not fully paying attention to what Charles had said.

As the beautiful woman completed her work, she leaned back in her leather office chair with her eyes closed. "Whew! I feel so good being caught up, now. Again, boys. Kudos on not running amok. Let's go grab some lunch somewhere and play a game back home. I feel like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders!"

Suddenly, Ashley Phillips couldn't see the two boys in her office. She stood up from her desk, walking towards the door.

"Hey, boys. I'm ready to leave. Raymond, did you put my credit card back in my wallet, already? Hey, where did you go? I hope you boys aren't buying more candy."

With the clicking of her heels across the floor, Ashley peeked out into the hallway and received a fright!

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!"

Standing in the dark hallway, the two boys were wearing Halloween masks, and both armed with a water gun in their right hands.

"Boys, that is an awful prank!" Ashley giggled, with her hand still over her chest, shaking. "Where did you guys get those items? Oh, from your bag, eh, Charles?"

"Lady, there is no Charles here. In fact, we thought that this building would be unoccupied on a Saturday. How very unfortunate for you," the young boy responded to her as he pointed the muzzle of the toy at her.

"Okay, very funny, kids. Joke's over. Take off those horrifying masks and let's hit the road. I am famished," Ashley reasoned, hoping they would comply.

"Listen, woman. My partner and I mean business. We're sorry, but we can't just simply let you walk out of here. You would call the cops immediately. I am afraid that we are going to have to keep you indisposed for a while."

"You sound a lot like my young son, Mister Robber," Ashley said with a wink of her left eye. "So, kiddos, seriously. Let's hustle ourselves out of here and get to a restaurant."

"This broad just doesn't get it, does she?!"

Ashley was caught off guard and had to stifle a laugh, hearing a preteen call her a "broad". She knew that she should scold him, but she found it very humorous.

"Show this pretty lady just how serious we are," the one robber continued.

The slightly shorter bandit (Raymond) jostled with the backpack slung over his shoulder. Soon, he unzipped it as his cohort kept the 'weapon' trained on her. The mothers' eyes grew wide, seeing several coils of rope that this young robber fished out from the bag.

"Whoa! Hold on a minute, you two! I don't know exactly what type of game you are playing, but I think that enough is enough. This seems to be trending to a direction I don't care for."

"But Mom!", Raymond whined, now out of character. "You promised that we could have a reward for behaving."

"I did, but I don't understand. This?! Are you two actually planning on tying me up in my office?! Boys, I don't think this is such a good idea."

"Misses Phillips," Charles, joined in, out of character, as well. "This seems like a perfect venue for our game. No one is here and we promise that you won't get hurt at all. You have my word. The game will last just for a few minutes, and it will really make our day!"

37-year-old Ashley tapped her right foot with her arms crossed, shaking her head in disbelief. She looked at their masked faces and the amount of effort they put forth into trying to pull this off. Sighing and tilting her head to the ceiling, she even surprised herself by caving.

"Okay, here's the deal. Do the both of you swear that you will never breathe a word of this game to any of your little friends?!"

"I swear!", Charles replied, passionately. "Me, too, Mom," Raymond concurred.

"Alright. If you feel that tying me up is critical to this game's plot, I suppose so."

"Yay!", both boys emoted in unison.

"However, I don't want to be tied up for very long at all. This whole game seems scary and intense. Could you imagine if one of my coworkers showed up unexpectedly, today?! How would we ever explain this one? Alright, you little robbers, let's get this over with. Where do you want me?"

"On the floor, Misses Phillips. Do you mind sitting down?", Charles asked.

"Oh, the floor? With my nice outfit on? Ah, okay. Whatever helps this game move along, I guess."

The mother lowered her fit body down onto the floor, as she gazed up at the two robbers now hovering over her.

"Hands behind your back, lady!", Charles, now back in character, commanded.

Ashley knew that this may be a moment that the kids remember for a while and didn't want to be a spoil sport, so she decided to play her role to the best of her ability.

"Please, don't hurt me, Mister Robbers! All I wanted to do was to come into my office and get a little work done," she acted her part as she felt rope being applied around her wrists.

"Oh, that's tight," she grimaced quietly as the boys ignored her.

Ashley watched as her son, playing his robber routine, knelt in front of her as he began looping rope around her booted ankles.

"Oh, I just hope that a certain robber doesn't get carried away and ruin my brand-new boots," she stated with an arched brow, gently reminding Raymond. "That robber would be grounded for three weeks!"

"I'll be careful, Mom," Raymond whispered, breaking character, again as he was finishing with the knot.

What happened next was a complete shock to Ashley as she realized that Charles, standing behind her, was winding rope under and over her chest!

"Oh, whoa! Hold your horses for a moment. What's the deal, Charles?!", Ashley asked as the boy could sense her impatient tone.

"I was just making sure that you wouldn't be able to wiggle out of the ropes, Misses Phillips," the young kid answered vaguely.

"Oh, okayyyyyyyy," Ashley responded, still not fully sure his intention. "Are you robbers almost done?"

"Almost, lady," Raymond, now back in character, replied as he began tying another strand of rope, just above her knees.

"Is that rope really necessary, Mister Robber?", she asked, hoping to dissuade him.

"Certainly is."

Ashley waited until the two robbers finished with their knot tying. Both of the boys now stood in front of her.

"Well, you two horrible bandits have tied up little ol' me, even after I begged you not to," Ashley lamented in character. "Just go. Take what you want and vamoose!"

"Lady, you could still holler for help," robber Charles informed her. "We have to make sure that you are kept quiet."

Ashley watched in horror as Charles pulled out a roll of black electrical tape from his bag.

"No way! Boys, I understand that you want your little game to be realistic and I admit that it sure seems like it, but I would really prefer not to be gagged."

"Mom, we would seem like two really stupid robbers if we didn't gag our victim, right?!'

"Yes, son, but....."

"It will only be for a brief moment, Misses Phillips," Charles tried persuading her.

"Ugh! Fine. But don't either one of you dare to rip it off quickly when you ungag me. Right?!'

"We won't," was the answer in unison as Charles began peeling away a strip of black tape.

"I can't believe I am allowing this," Ashley said, chuckling in utter disbelief as her son's robber friend tore off a lengthy piece.

As robber Charles held the ends of the strip of tape between his fingers, the mature woman pursed her lips together as he carefully plastered it over her mouth.

"Another one might prove to be beneficial," Raymond ventured as Charles agreed.

"Mmmmmmggf?"

Charles, again, ripped away another piece of tape and this time smoothed it out over the existing piece.

"Try yelling for help, now, lady!", young Raymond instructed.

"Mmmmppphhffffffffff!"

"Wow! That shut her up!", Charles stated, victoriously.

Ashley tilted her head and raised an eyebrow as she looked at her son's friend.

"Sorry, Misses Phillips," he almost whispered. "That wasn't me. That was the robber character talking."

Ashley giggled gently beneath her tape layered gag.

"Okay, good luck getting free, lady. Maybe, a cleaning woman will find out and let you go! Come on, partner! Let's get the goods and scram!", Raymond directed as the two young boys scampered off, leaving the bound and gagged woman alone.

This was a very unusual situation for Ashley. She could feel her breathing compromised due to the strips of tape over her mouth. Her nostrils flaring just a bit as she looked around her office. The ropes that the two boys applied to her body were impressive and quite effective. Thoughts swirled in her head that if these young boys were able to keep her restrained at their age, what would grown men be able to do?! She shuddered at such a thought.

"This is what those poor robbery victims must feel like if they get bound and gagged at work! This would be awful! Not knowing if help would arrive. Or the humiliation of being found like this," she thought to herself as she tried testing the ropework.

Ashley figured that if the boys went to all that trouble getting her into the ropes, at least she could try to get out of them. The mother twisted her upper body from side to side as she flexed her wrists, searching for slack.

"Mmmmmmpppppfggff!', she grunted into her gag as she fought her bondage.

The mother squirmed and struggled in her office as she writhed wildly. Part of her was fascinated that the kids were able to do this to an adult woman, but part of her was very frustrated that she wasn't able to make any leeway in her quest for freedom.

"Mmmmmpppprffffffpppff!", she shouted through the tape as her physically toned body rumbled with the ropes.

As the 'robbery victim' gyrated from side to side on the floor, she noticed the two boys gawking at her from the opposite corner of the room. She decided that she may as well give them their 'money's worth'.

"Mmmmmmppppffffff! Mmmmmpppppprrffffffggghhhffff!!"

The beautiful woman thrashed about like a wildcat, detesting the robbers that had the audacity to tie her up at her workplace. She bucked and thrashed, struggling in a maniacal effort to get loose. Her long, luscious hair tossing from side to side, whipping all around as she desperately needed to get free. The woman was alone at work, and no one knew she was there. It was a Saturday, and no one would arrive until Monday morning. The cleaning crew only worked on Tuesday and Friday nights, so she would be her own rescuing party as she tussled against the cruel bindings and awful gag that kept her silenced.

"Mmmmmmmppppppfffffff!", Ashley emoted into her gag as she threw her head back in frustration, knowing full well that the boys must be enjoying the show.

To her amazement, she heard a 'siren' as the two boys tried their best mimicking a police squad car racing to save the day!

"Mmmmmmmppppppfffff!"

Ashley was now under the windowsill due to her energetic struggling.

The two boys threw off their Halloween masks and re-entered the room.

"Police! Is anyone here?!", Charles called out.

"Mmmmmmpppppppffffffffffgggggggfffffff!!", Ashley tried frantically to be heard from behind her gag.

"Partner, I hear something."

Raymond and Charles pretended to break down the door as they stumbled inside.

"Mmmmmmmmwwwwwwpppppppppfffffff", the overjoyed woman emoted into her tape.

"We have a victim over here," Raymond shouted as he and his best friend raced over to free the tied and gagged lady.

"Hold still, Ma'am. This won't hurt a bit," Charles said, as the officer, peeling away slowly the two pieces of black electrical tape from her mouth.

"Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwww! That was dreadful! Thank you, officers! Thank you so much!"

"How long were you here, lady?", Raymond asked.

"Oh, for hours! Those brutes! They were just sinister, I tell you! They tied me up so tightly and put that cruel muzzle on me!"

"You are safe with us, ma'am. "

Ashley felt the two boys begin to slowly remove her bindings as she was feeling her hands beginning to numb. Soon, she was set free as the tight ropes were off her exhausted body.

The mature woman rubbed her wrists as the boys gathered the ropes. Attempting to get up, Ashley knew she may need assistance as she felt a tad wobbly.

"Ha! Don't just stand there, boys. Help me up," she instructed with a hearty chuckle. "I'm not eighteen, anymore, you know."

Balling up the used strips of tape that had gagged her and throwing them into the small plastic garbage can near her desk, she couldn't help but to laugh.

"I will say one thing. You kiddos sure know how to play a game to the fullest. Make sure that you don't leave anything behind. Let's go get some food."

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(Later this week...The Sequel to the two Mothers Tied up at the Hotel.)
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Ashley Phillips sighed as she ended the call. Her son's regular babysitter wasn't able to watch him that afternoon. Ashley was a hotshot interior designer and desperately needed to get to her office for about three hours that day. However, that wasn't the only hiccup. The other problem presented was that her son's mischievous friend was over at the house with him. Feeling that she had no other recourse, the gorgeous 37-year-old mother felt she had to make the kids an enticing offer.

"Boys, here is the deal. I know full well that I can't leave you two alone here. No telling what I would come home to find!", she told them with a chuckle. "So, I am going to bring you to the office with me, today....."

"Nooooooooooooooooo!!" her 12-year-old son, Raymond whined.

"Let me finish. And in doing so, we can do whatever you want for fun right after. As long as you both are on your best behavior, of course. The movies, arcade. Whatever your hearts' desire."

Twelve-year-old Charles nudged his best friend, Raymond to follow him over to the corner of the room as the two boys huddled. After some excited whispering, Raymond looked over and nodded.

"Okay, deal, Mom."

"Wonderful! Now, you boys get your shoes on while I grab my purse and car keys."

As the trio pulled into the vacant parking lot, Raymond looked around puzzled.

"Mom, where is everybody else?", he asked.

"Didn't I mention it? We are going to be the only ones here, today. I have the keys to the office," Ashley responded as she parked her vehicle.

As Ashley fumbled for the keys in her purse, she looked over and noticed young Charlies with a backpack over his right shoulder.

"Hey, what do you have in there?", she asked, curiously.

"Oh, just a few things to keep Raymond and myself occupied while you work, Misses Phillips," Charles answered, politely.

"Good idea," Ashley responded as she finally unlocked the door. "And boys, I am counting on you, this afternoon. Please."

It had been almost an hour as Ashley sat at her desk, breathing deeply. She peered over and noticed the two boys looking at a handheld video game console in Raymond's hands. She smiled seeing how they were truly behaving, and she wasn't having to pull her hair out and chase after them.

"Boys, there is a vending machine full of goodies in the hallway. Here," she said as she pulled out her wallet, retrieving her credit card. "Come take this and help yourselves to some snacks. I really appreciate you kids letting me get this work done. I was behind and it was imperative!"

"Thanks, Mom," Raymond said as he and Charles leapt off the two chairs in her office. "Yeah, thanks, Misses Phillips."

"No, thank you, boys. Right out my office door and to the left you will find the machine."

(Another hour passes by...)

As the buxom mother was frantically typing away on her keyboard, she again glanced over to the two young men. "Almost done, fellas. Have you two figured out what you want to do as a reward for your excellent behavior?"

"We have, Mom. We decided that it would be great if the three of us could play a game," her son, Raymond answered, with a little hesitancy in his tone.

"A game? Absolutely. Back at the house, we have Monopoly, Connect Four, Clue and a few more for you boys to pick from. Just give me a couple of minutes and we can be out of here," Ashley responded, unaware of their true intentions.

"No, Misses Phillips. Actually, the game we had in mind could actually take place right here," her son's friend informed her.

"What was that? Sorry, I am concentrating on this. I'll be wrapping it up, shortly," Ashley responded, not fully paying attention to what Charles had said.

As the beautiful woman completed her work, she leaned back in her leather office chair with her eyes closed. "Whew! I feel so good being caught up, now. Again, boys. Kudos on not running amok. Let's go grab some lunch somewhere and play a game back home. I feel like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders!"

Suddenly, Ashley Phillips couldn't see the two boys in her office. She stood up from her desk, walking towards the door.

"Hey, boys. I'm ready to leave. Raymond, did you put my credit card back in my wallet, already? Hey, where did you go? I hope you boys aren't buying more candy."

With the clicking of her heels across the floor, Ashley peeked out into the hallway and received a fright!

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!"

Standing in the dark hallway, the two boys were wearing Halloween masks, and both armed with a water gun in their right hands.

"Boys, that is an awful prank!" Ashley giggled, with her hand still over her chest, shaking. "Where did you guys get those items? Oh, from your bag, eh, Charles?"

"Lady, there is no Charles here. In fact, we thought that this building would be unoccupied on a Saturday. How very unfortunate for you," the young boy responded to her as he pointed the muzzle of the toy at her.

"Okay, very funny, kids. Joke's over. Take off those horrifying masks and let's hit the road. I am famished," Ashley reasoned, hoping they would comply.

"Listen, woman. My partner and I mean business. We're sorry, but we can't just simply let you walk out of here. You would call the cops immediately. I am afraid that we are going to have to keep you indisposed for a while."

"You sound a lot like my young son, Mister Robber," Ashley said with a wink of her left eye. "So, kiddos, seriously. Let's hustle ourselves out of here and get to a restaurant."

"This broad just doesn't get it, does she?!"

Ashley was caught off guard and had to stifle a laugh, hearing a preteen call her a "broad". She knew that she should scold him, but she found it very humorous.

"Show this pretty lady just how serious we are," the one robber continued.

The slightly shorter bandit (Raymond) jostled with the backpack slung over his shoulder. Soon, he unzipped it as his cohort kept the 'weapon' trained on her. The mothers' eyes grew wide, seeing several coils of rope that this young robber fished out from the bag.

"Whoa! Hold on a minute, you two! I don't know exactly what type of game you are playing, but I think that enough is enough. This seems to be trending to a direction I don't care for."

"But Mom!", Raymond whined, now out of character. "You promised that we could have a reward for behaving."

"I did, but I don't understand. This?! Are you two actually planning on tying me up in my office?! Boys, I don't think this is such a good idea."

"Misses Phillips," Charles, joined in, out of character, as well. "This seems like a perfect venue for our game. No one is here and we promise that you won't get hurt at all. You have my word. The game will last just for a few minutes, and it will really make our day!"

37-year-old Ashley tapped her right foot with her arms crossed, shaking her head in disbelief. She looked at their masked faces and the amount of effort they put forth into trying to pull this off. Sighing and tilting her head to the ceiling, she even surprised herself by caving.

"Okay, here's the deal. Do the both of you swear that you will never breathe a word of this game to any of your little friends?!"

"I swear!", Charles replied, passionately. "Me, too, Mom," Raymond concurred.

"Alright. If you feel that tying me up is critical to this game's plot, I suppose so."

"Yay!", both boys emoted in unison.

"However, I don't want to be tied up for very long at all. This whole game seems scary and intense. Could you imagine if one of my coworkers showed up unexpectedly, today?! How would we ever explain this one? Alright, you little robbers, let's get this over with. Where do you want me?"

"On the floor, Misses Phillips. Do you mind sitting down?", Charles asked.

"Oh, the floor? With my nice outfit on? Ah, okay. Whatever helps this game move along, I guess."

The mother lowered her fit body down onto the floor, as she gazed up at the two robbers now hovering over her.

"Hands behind your back, lady!", Charles, now back in character, commanded.

Ashley knew that this may be a moment that the kids remember for a while and didn't want to be a spoil sport, so she decided to play her role to the best of her ability.

"Please, don't hurt me, Mister Robbers! All I wanted to do was to come into my office and get a little work done," she acted her part as she felt rope being applied around her wrists.

"Oh, that's tight," she grimaced quietly as the boys ignored her.

Ashley watched as her son, playing his robber routine, knelt in front of her as he began looping rope around her booted ankles.

"Oh, I just hope that a certain robber doesn't get carried away and ruin my brand-new boots," she stated with an arched brow, gently reminding Raymond. "That robber would be grounded for three weeks!"

"I'll be careful, Mom," Raymond whispered, breaking character, again as he was finishing with the knot.

What happened next was a complete shock to Ashley as she realized that Charles, standing behind her, was winding rope under and over her chest!

"Oh, whoa! Hold your horses for a moment. What's the deal, Charles?!", Ashley asked as the boy could sense her impatient tone.

"I was just making sure that you wouldn't be able to wiggle out of the ropes, Misses Phillips," the young kid answered vaguely.

"Oh, okayyyyyyyy," Ashley responded, still not fully sure his intention. "Are you robbers almost done?"

"Almost, lady," Raymond, now back in character, replied as he began tying another strand of rope, just above her knees.

"Is that rope really necessary, Mister Robber?", she asked, hoping to dissuade him.

"Certainly is."

Ashley waited until the two robbers finished with their knot tying. Both of the boys now stood in front of her.

"Well, you two horrible bandits have tied up little ol' me, even after I begged you not to," Ashley lamented in character. "Just go. Take what you want and vamoose!"

"Lady, you could still holler for help," robber Charles informed her. "We have to make sure that you are kept quiet."

Ashley watched in horror as Charles pulled out a roll of black electrical tape from his bag.

"No way! Boys, I understand that you want your little game to be realistic and I admit that it sure seems like it, but I would really prefer not to be gagged."

"Mom, we would seem like two really stupid robbers if we didn't gag our victim, right?!'

"Yes, son, but....."

"It will only be for a brief moment, Misses Phillips," Charles tried persuading her.

"Ugh! Fine. But don't either one of you dare to rip it off quickly when you ungag me. Right?!'

"We won't," was the answer in unison as Charles began peeling away a strip of black tape.

"I can't believe I am allowing this," Ashley said, chuckling in utter disbelief as her son's robber friend tore off a lengthy piece.

As robber Charles held the ends of the strip of tape between his fingers, the mature woman pursed her lips together as he carefully plastered it over her mouth.

"Another one might prove to be beneficial," Raymond ventured as Charles agreed.

"Mmmmmmggf?"

Charles, again, ripped away another piece of tape and this time smoothed it out over the existing piece.

"Try yelling for help, now, lady!", young Raymond instructed.

"Mmmmppphhffffffffff!"

"Wow! That shut her up!", Charles stated, victoriously.

Ashley tilted her head and raised an eyebrow as she looked at her son's friend.

"Sorry, Misses Phillips," he almost whispered. "That wasn't me. That was the robber character talking."

Ashley giggled gently beneath her tape layered gag.

"Okay, good luck getting free, lady. Maybe, a cleaning woman will find out and let you go! Come on, partner! Let's get the goods and scram!", Raymond directed as the two young boys scampered off, leaving the bound and gagged woman alone.

This was a very unusual situation for Ashley. She could feel her breathing compromised due to the strips of tape over her mouth. Her nostrils flaring just a bit as she looked around her office. The ropes that the two boys applied to her body were impressive and quite effective. Thoughts swirled in her head that if these young boys were able to keep her restrained at their age, what would grown men be able to do?! She shuddered at such a thought.

"This is what those poor robbery victims must feel like if they get bound and gagged at work! This would be awful! Not knowing if help would arrive. Or the humiliation of being found like this," she thought to herself as she tried testing the ropework.

Ashley figured that if the boys went to all that trouble getting her into the ropes, at least she could try to get out of them. The mother twisted her upper body from side to side as she flexed her wrists, searching for slack.

"Mmmmmmpppppfggff!', she grunted into her gag as she fought her bondage.

The mother squirmed and struggled in her office as she writhed wildly. Part of her was fascinated that the kids were able to do this to an adult woman, but part of her was very frustrated that she wasn't able to make any leeway in her quest for freedom.

"Mmmmmpppprffffffpppff!", she shouted through the tape as her physically toned body rumbled with the ropes.

As the 'robbery victim' gyrated from side to side on the floor, she noticed the two boys gawking at her from the opposite corner of the room. She decided that she may as well give them their 'money's worth'.

"Mmmmmmppppffffff! Mmmmmpppppprrffffffggghhhffff!!"

The beautiful woman thrashed about like a wildcat, detesting the robbers that had the audacity to tie her up at her workplace. She bucked and thrashed, struggling in a maniacal effort to get loose. Her long, luscious hair tossing from side to side, whipping all around as she desperately needed to get free. The woman was alone at work, and no one knew she was there. It was a Saturday, and no one would arrive until Monday morning. The cleaning crew only worked on Tuesday and Friday nights, so she would be her own rescuing party as she tussled against the cruel bindings and awful gag that kept her silenced.

"Mmmmmmmppppppfffffff!", Ashley emoted into her gag as she threw her head back in frustration, knowing full well that the boys must be enjoying the show.

To her amazement, she heard a 'siren' as the two boys tried their best mimicking a police squad car racing to save the day!

"Mmmmmmmppppppfffff!"

Ashley was now under the windowsill due to her energetic struggling.

The two boys threw off their Halloween masks and re-entered the room.

"Police! Is anyone here?!", Charles called out.

"Mmmmmmpppppppffffffffffgggggggfffffff!!", Ashley tried frantically to be heard from behind her gag.

"Partner, I hear something."

Raymond and Charles pretended to break down the door as they stumbled inside.

"Mmmmmmmmwwwwwwpppppppppfffffff", the overjoyed woman emoted into her tape.

"We have a victim over here," Raymond shouted as he and his best friend raced over to free the tied and gagged lady.

"Hold still, Ma'am. This won't hurt a bit," Charles said, as the officer, peeling away slowly the two pieces of black electrical tape from her mouth.

"Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwww! That was dreadful! Thank you, officers! Thank you so much!"

"How long were you here, lady?", Raymond asked.

"Oh, for hours! Those brutes! They were just sinister, I tell you! They tied me up so tightly and put that cruel muzzle on me!"

"You are safe with us, ma'am. "

Ashley felt the two boys begin to slowly remove her bindings as she was feeling her hands beginning to numb. Soon, she was set free as the tight ropes were off her exhausted body.

The mature woman rubbed her wrists as the boys gathered the ropes. Attempting to get up, Ashley knew she may need assistance as she felt a tad wobbly.

"Ha! Don't just stand there, boys. Help me up," she instructed with a hearty chuckle. "I'm not eighteen, anymore, you know."

Balling up the used strips of tape that had gagged her and throwing them into the small plastic garbage can near her desk, she couldn't help but to laugh.

"I will say one thing. You kiddos sure know how to play a game to the fullest. Make sure that you don't leave anything behind. Let's go get some food."

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