You look up at me pleadingly as I tug your leash. I can see the embarrassment in your large expressive eyes as you sit there on your knees, generous rear end resting back on your heels, your pouty little mouth covered over by a strip of pink duct tape. Your hands are cuffed behind you, forcing your already extremely well-endowed breasts forward, pale cleavage bulging out of your pink PVC top.
