He was no longer smiling, but watching her. Abigail stepped back, her hand coming up to her throat. “What do you mean, Daniel?” Daniel’s strai...ht brows drew closer together. He cleared his throat, eyes darting down to his feet before he reached into the pocket of his jacket to retrieve his cell phone. After tapping the screen a few times, he turned it over in his palm to show her. Abigail squinted at the grainy pictures before she sucked in a ragged breath. There were about six of them. The. " What if I don't want to talk to them?" she shook her head. "Do me a favor and don't let them onto the floor." I couldn't let them onto the floor anyway," the man said. "This is supposed to be a closed show. But it's starting to cause a problem out front, and I would appreciate it if you could do something to help out." I'll think about it," she replied. "I'd appreciate it if you didn't say anything until I've made up my mind, though." How about if I stick around for a few minutes while you. ”“I never imagined any man would talk to me the way you do,” she said.“Tell me it doesn’t turn you on,” he replied, putting his hand between her legs, sliding two fingers into her cunt.“Oh god no,” she gasped as his thumb located her clit, rolling and flicking it.“Just talking about him fucking you gets your juices flowing doesn’t it,” he smiled. “If l called him in now you would open your legs for him wouldn’t you?”“Stop it David please, you’re driving me crazy.”David had three fingers inside. I had already dragged the gash to the shower and pissed on and in her earlier. I was asking if the gash wanted a go at round two.Ask, you ask? Kana ask a cunt?Of course. I was torturing her.Grins.Here’s how that part went down. Round one was on impact to the room. Threw her down, hiked up the skirt, went to town with the cane. Finished with the shots across the cunt with the belt (You can see the bruises in the shots).She was a sniveling fucking mess by then, begging no more, no more…which of.