Wat wou hij nog van hem? Hij probeerde een reden te vinden om niet te moeten gaan en brak z'n hoofd erover. Hij ging terug aan z'n pc zitten en las he... skype-gesprek nog eens opnieuw. Hij zag ook weer de foto die Ronny had genomen en besefte dat hij tijdens hun ontmoeting ook vaak met zijn smartphone in de weer was geweest. Hij vroeg zich af waarom hij het in zijn hoofd had gehaald om zijn adres te geven en terwijl hij zichzelf suf piekerde logde Ronny zich weer in."Dag slaaf!" stuurde Ronny. ”“I hope not! It’s fun!”“Yes, being a pretty girl is a lot more fun than being an ordinary looking guy, for sure. And, you may get a lot more offers of another sort as well.”“What do you mean?”“Men want sex; that’s a given, and they are willing to do most anything to get it. If they can’t attract you on their own, they will do whatever they think will draw your interest. Like offer you gifts, trips, jobs, raises, promotions, or, most commonly, just plain cash.”“Here? In this club? With CD’s?. I need it. Fuck me. Fuck my entire body." The heavy kisses continued and our tongues started dancing. I picked her up literally sweeping her off her feet, carrying her back to the bedroom. "Hmmmm, so strong", she said. . Even worse was the wide leather strap buckled around her neck. She could turn her head slightly to the left or right though it was uncomfortable to do so. The leather collar choking her as well as abrading her skin. The only saving grace was at least he had left the sliding board pulled out to support her head and neck. How long had she been here? In this dark, sound proofed room, specifically designed to elicit fear with its dungeon motif. The only light, strategically placed candles held in.