God, I love those old movies from the fifties especially the horror and science fiction B movies. There was always a totally hot babe running around usually in a tight, sexy outfit. Well as sexy as an outfit could be in the fifties. You remember the lone woman in the rocket blasting off to wherever dressed in a very tight jumpsuit that was begging to be unzipped. Let’s not forget the spunky coed detective who was always smarter the police. Always beautiful and wearing a dress just tight enough to give a hint of what was beneath all that silk and cotton. Lastly the cute coed and her jock boyfriend going to lover’s lane ignoring the stories about the insane killer on the loose. Back then the best you could hope for was a little bondage and the dress ripped just to expose a little of the shoulder. Plus the villain would laugh and threaten the helpless heroine with certain death. The idea of taking advantage of the bound beauty never entering his head…until now.