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					<description><![CDATA[Her instinct is to see if she can unloose the ropes on her wrists and make a run for it.  Her guard, one of her kidnappers, has not been keeping a close watch. He is relaxed, sitting across the boiler room with his feet up on a little table, drinking his coffee, and reading the sports section of the newspaper. 

What she doesn&#039;t know is that he is a pro at this.  Her breasts were bound so as to protrude, so that if she is not absolutely still their motion will catch the corner of her captor&#039;s eye and beckon him to come hither.  As it is, the occasional gust of hot steam rising from a vent in the floor below her makes her squirm, drawing his glance and his smile.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Her instinct is to see if she can unloose the ropes on her wrists and make a run for it.  Her guard, one of her kidnappers, has not been keeping a close watch. He is relaxed, sitting across the boiler room with his feet up on a little table, drinking his coffee, and reading the sports section of the newspaper. </p>
<p>What she doesn&#8217;t know is that he is a pro at this.  Her breasts were bound so as to protrude, so that if she is not absolutely still their motion will catch the corner of her captor&#8217;s eye and beckon him to come hither.  As it is, the occasional gust of hot steam rising from a vent in the floor below her makes her squirm, drawing his glance and his smile.</p>
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