Despite the flaming red cheek, she was smiling up at him, almost expectantly. “What the fuck is the matter with you, bitch?” he screamed. “Answe... me!” He raised his hand to strike her again.I don’t really remember advancing toward him. I mean, the guy had at least four or five inches on me, and probably fifty pounds. I reached up and grabbed his wrist. “That’s enough of that, Mr. Cromp,” I said louder than I had wanted.He turned his attention to me with a glare of pure hate, obviously believing. Who would’ve guessed that this motherfucking bitch would show her true slut character so soon? That too with us!” exclaimed Sameer who was always a foul mouth. I still didn’t know what was happening.“Ashqar. What’s all this? What’s happening? Please help me,” I pleaded, clinging to the blanket, which was the only thing covering me.“Shut the fuck up, you bitch! Help it seems! Fucking shameless motherfucking whore! You did all the acting just to have a dick in your fucking pussy huh? You acted as. The thirty years, you estimate, of his life must have been stressful to give him such a weathered appearance. Still, you think he's somewhat attractive, not that you'd ever tell him that. You're here on important business.His eyes meet yours. "Ever been in a dungeon before?" Of course." You might barely be an adult, but you've explored your fair share."Then you'd know how dangerous they are." He leans forward on his desk as if to whisper to you, but his voice is deep."Yeah." This one is even. She wore jeans that were just a little too tight. They showed every curve of her body. The legs of the jeans were tucked into the boots that came over her knees. The heels were high and spiked. She wore a leather vest with nothing under it. It was snapped up to the middle of her chest. Everything was covered, but there was still an air of sexy about everything. She went for a drive looking for somewhere to stop. She thought she’d stop for a drink and see what happened. Her car seemed to have a.