So she begged me not to chuck her out on her ear and in a moment of kindness I told her if she couldn't come up with the cash she'd have to work her w...ay out of it. Only I don't know any blokes who run girls as prozzies, but I do know this half a mate who runs this seedy photography studio. I mean, proper seedy, all he did was rent out studio space to blokes who wanted to take dirty pictures of dirty birds. Had this model book full of 'em. So one night I really lost it with her and I told her. Her body was writhing against mine, her tongue exploring the inside of my mouth. I was in such a bad way sexually, there was nothing I could do to stop what she was doing. Finally running my hands down her back, cupping both of her bottom cheeks, pressing her into me, knowing I was hard, but never being as hard as I was at this moment. We moved down the hall to my bedroom, still linked in an ever going kiss, she pushed me back on the bed, then standing before me, she did a slow, extremely. Only a bare concrete floor was available for sitting or sleeping. Margery spent an interminable time there, totally unable to judge how long she had been there, or how much longer she would suffer, dressed as she was only in her revealing evening dress, with no underwear, shoes or coat.Three hours, which felt like an eternity to her, later she was taken out of the cell by two guards in ordinary Army uniforms and marched into an office. A short, fat man in plain clothes, who looked more like a. He reached from behind and pulled out the five pictures he’d printed from his computer. ‘Take a look at these.’ Cheryl, in spite of the pain of aching muscles and the cuts and scrapes deftly reached out and pulled back the pictures. She looked at them in horror. Turner saw the look on her face. ‘You want those pictures and the tape that made them?’ Cheryl wasn’t stupid. If he had five pictures now, they could become fifty by morning and a million on the Internet by lunchtime. Still, she had to.