(T&G News Service): Goldie tried to look on the bright side.  She was securely bound with her own pantyhose.  Then she was encased with her own smelly pantyhose.  Her mouth was thoroughly gagged.  At least the handkerchief packed in her mouth was clean or was it?  Did the man tell her?  It didn't taste bad, but then she had never tasted a gag before so how would she know?  The hose wrapped around her mouth were not clean...damn, she had to remember to wash her hose after she wore them in the future.  Any chance that she could work the gag free was eliminated by the encasement she was in.

At least her roommate would realize that she was missing and report it to the police...only her roommate was gone for the weekend.  So were her other friends.

At least someone from the company would find her...not tomorrow, which was Saturday. or Sunday.  Even with the holiday on Monday, Becky would come in and work...but Becky was on holiday also.  Tuesday was the earliest that anyone would find her.

Then there was the fact that with all this excitement, Goldie was feeling the urge to...  How long could she hold it. 

No, there was no up side to this experience, Goldie decided.

Postscript...Goldie had forgotten about the woman who cleaned the offices each night.  She rescued poor Goldie.

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