fresh outdoor air

Good thing for Sophia that while the Bimbo Club occasionally avails of **** porn, they are quite judicious about it.

The girls were awakened by some gas that smelled a bit like ammonia.

"Sorry girls, the first gas knocked you out, the sedative we injected in you kept you safely knocked out—so good that we had to use this gas to wake you up; but don't worry, you're outdoors and it will soon be gone."

The girls noticed they were all restrained. It looked like they were on some kind of lawn, each of their wrists and ankles were tied to spikes that held them spread-eagle. Moreover, all were gagged. Some consideration for their comfort was given, however. Each had a beach towel under her and pillow.

The lady addressing them was none other than Ms. Taylor. It was hard to tell what race she was. Complexion-wise, she was brown, had curly hair, but of a length and body that suggested an 18th century French court, and her eyes were slightly oriental. Her accent, however, was American enough. She wore dark gray jeans, army boots, and a thick white shirt that was opened, revealing her breasts.

"Girls, before you join the Bimbo Club, you have to be initiated."

Smiling deviously, she held up out a vibrator with an extension cord.

"Okay girls, this might get a bit noisy."