I’m sorry, master, Sandra Hill thinks as she bakes in bondage in the sun…ohmigosh I’m sorrryyyyy!! Her master has placed her here, on the hot stone of the fountain, her naked ass sizzling, because she did not obey as he’d required over the weekend–and disobedience must be punished. Now he’s left her nude and bound and vulnerable to the elements, and then gone off to do his daily business…time passes slowly for Sandra, and all the liquid she drank at the party last night is catching up with her.
