The Singer

Tara Swift was right in front of Samantha.
She was flanked by two ladies in suits.

"It's alright. You're alright."

Samantha calms down and lowers her legs.

Tara leans in and takes off the tape gag slowly.

"Thank you," Samantha says.
"Thank you. They would have grabbed me and done who knows what to me until someone paid the ransom.
IF they were trying to ransom me."

She looks down at Samantha in her half-undressed state.

"Let me help you."
"Okay."

Tara covers the girl's exposed nipples, the touch exciting her.

She runs her hand down her sides to the panties just above her knee.
She pulls them up and covers the girl's pussy.
She pulls the skirt back down as well, lingering a bit once again.

"My next Show isn't for a couple of days," Tara explains, "I think I need to thank you with more than just this."
"A backstage ?"

The Singer laughs.

"That and much more," she replies, going to work on untying her ankles.