When Prisoner SinClair is brought in to atone for her wrongs, she doesn't realize that the penalty will be so painful!

Secured with metal cuffs, locked into place by a steel hogtie, and then partially hoisted to the frame above her, Prisoner SinClair struggles and moans, unable to find comfort in her predicament. Her groans are muffled by her panel gag, and she can do nothing more than squirm and wiggle, her skirt showing you a view of her delicious ass and her flailing, tennis shoe clad feet.

How long do you think she'll endure before she's begging for mercy?