After a lovely week's vacation getting molested and raped and molested some more by the peasantfolk, you find yourself still in the cottage wondering just how much longer this vacation will last. Which, luckily, isn't for very long. Thanks to all of that rough thrusting into your adorable foxy body, the head board of the bed has been cracking from the strain, and once the boys are off doing work, you manage to snap it clear and free yourself. You make quick work on the knots on your legs and book it out of there, with it being around mid afternoon, making it to the woods right quickly.<br/><br/>Finally free at last, besides the collar and leash, and still being a nude foxy as the woods greets you with sweet freedom.