Wanting to rush out and ask her right away, but not wanting to scare the little girl, he asked casually. ‘You say your name is Heather?’ ‘Yes si...’ she kept her eyes averted ‘Don’t be frightened, I wont hurt you luv’ Darnell told her gently. Looking up at Adam’s father, Heather tried to be brave by looking at his eyes. ‘Sorry, sir’ ‘Please, call me Darnell, or Mr. Bronson.’ He tried to sooth her ‘Ok Mr. Bronson’ Heather began to feel a bit more relaxed, hearing his deep but soothing voice’. The man offered her no assistance.“Follow me,” he ordered her curtly. She did so, crotch rope chafing at her thighs and sex.They walked back out the door from last night and up the staircase. Back out the door at the top of the staircase and to the right, then down a few doors. The man stopped at a door that looked no different to her than any of the others. They walked in, and Katie stopped, stunned.The room was a miniature replica of the downstairs torture chamber, complete with whips,. "Can't you show me the affection" she asked? Again she pulled me in and kissed me. I twisted tongues with her and grabbed he ample pert ass. I slid my hand into the back of her tight jeans and ran my fingers under her silky panties and up the crack of her ass.I pulled her in tight. "Shit I can feel you" she exclaimed. I was grinding my rock hard cock against her thigh. I made another push down her tight jeans. I got down to the wet pussy hole. The back of my hand was wet with the rubbing of her. Inside, he was a slut. Not just any slut, a slut of the most insatiable, perverted, depraved kind. He wanted someone to force him to bring out his dark fantasies and help him to become who he felt he really was inside. She was taking a chance that he wouldn’t show but she was betting that the chemistry and the desperation he felt to fulfill his Ishtars would be motivation enough for him to make the leap into the unknown. She positioned herself at the far end of the bar at a table where she.