Reaping What You Sow

I entered the Hotel room where the escort and the man were present. My brows rose in shock looking at the scene played in front of me. I have to say I am impressed.

Daniel was tied with torn sheets on a chair. His ankles were bound to the legs of the chair and his wrists were bound to the arms of the chair. Despite being tied he was still thrashing on the tied chair.

Sweat was dripping off him in waves. Apparently, the drug effect hasn't worn off yet.

Moreover, a torn piece of the sheet was also shoved into his mouth. He was naked except for another piece of the torn sheets covering his pelvic region.

The room was cleared except for the girl's torn clothes and the man's clothes on the floor.

The girl sat anxiously at the edge of the bed in a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, which most probably she brought as a backup. She was fidgeting with her fingers consecutively.

I had to say it, the woman was good for a beginner. If she refined the little edges