What she did before slipping the straps off my dress, leaving my breasts exposed.
I thought I was just visiting Paula, but now I am trapped in her house. My hands and feet are tightly bound to a chair with heavy steel chains that dig into my skin. Wearing my delicate white floral dress and braided hair, I am completely at her mercy. Paula looks stunning and cruel in her shiny black leggings and cropped top, her long stiletto nails tapping against her cigarette. She knows I hate smoke, yet she blows every thick cloud directly into my face, make me to inhale it while mocking me. Her pitch-black toenails and ruthless teasing make this an absolute psychological nightmare while she output shoulders of my dress to let my boobs outside.
