I got hired for a small freelance job in Canada, but I got detained at the border because I didn't get a work permit. I have a passport but saying I was coming in as a visitor didn't fly with Customs and Border Patrol. They pressed me to answer some questions, and when I answered honestly, they decided to detain me. Now I'm sitting in a room by myself, cuffed and shackled, waiting for them to decide what will happen next. Do I look like a criminal? No! I'm dressed in an expensive business dress and I have on my Anne Klein patent leather peeptoe pumps... not exactly looking like a common cri...

I got hired for a small freelance job in Canada, but I got detained at the border because I didn't get a work permit. I have a passport but saying I was coming in as a visitor didn't fly with Customs and Border Patrol. They pressed me to answer some questions, and when I answered honestly, they decided to detain me. Now I'm sitting in a room by myself, cuffed and shackled, waiting for them to decide what will happen next. Do I look like a criminal? No! I'm dressed in an expensive business dress and I have on my Anne Klein patent leather peeptoe pumps... not exactly looking like a common criminal! I hope these shackles don't snag my high-end pantyhose either! As I sit and discuss my situation to myself, I think about how hot that one dude with the big biceps was who handcuffed me. I love a man in uniform, and even more so when he's beefy! As I sit here, restrained, it is really hard not to start getting horny. I start rubbing myself, even though I'm pretty sure that's a security camera in the corner of the ceiling over there. At this point, I stop caring and start rubbing one of the cuffs against my pantyhosed clit... faster and faster... until I have a fantastic orgasm. Phew.... that might take the tension off a little...