Sexy Centipede

As I studied the jogger, whose panties, bra, and mouth were full of pine straw and leaves, I glanced over at the Frisbee players who were in various states of standing and pulling the underwear off of their heads. I remembered the duct tape.

I went over and put all twelve on their hands and knees in a circle. I then duct taped the wrists of the people to the ankles of the people in front of them. I then yanked the underwear back down over their faces. I walked back over to the jogger and duct taped her wrists behind her back. Satisfied with the chaos that I predicted, I went back to the car and restarted time.

The jogger started spitting out needles and leaves. The Frisbee players all reacted differently, some of the girls screamed, and all tried to free their wrists while calling out to the others to help, but they were all in she same predicament. The jogger struggled to get the rest of the mulch out of her mouth and free her hands, but it was no use.

I got out my phone and started recording the sexy chaos I created, and my dick was stirring again.