Frankie walked across the deck and tried to open the door. It was locked. He looked down and then pulled out a small piece of metal from his pocket. The lock clicked, and he slid the door open. He walked into the kitchen and looked around. The living room was connected, and he stepped forward. His heart skipped when he saw the body. It was small and shoved halfway under the couch. He moved closer, praying he would see movement. The girl was small but her smooth body was covered in black writing. Words that were coarse and names. He also noticed bruises and cuts across the backs of her legs. He reached tentatively under the couch and felt for her neck. His fingers found the side of her throat and he was relieved to feel a pulse. It was strong and steady. Well, she was a tough little thing. He lifted indian the couch and pulled her out gently. Her shoulders were badly bruised, and he noticed the side of her face was puffy and bruised. He rolled her onto her back and his breath caught in his throat. He did his job well and sometimes his job involved dealing out punishment, so he had seen many people that were beaten and bruised. This, however, was so wrong it broke his heart. This was a child and her body looked destroyed. Her face was a mess. Her left eye was swollen shut and her right was not much better but looked like it could maybe open. Her breasts were red and bruised and she had marks across her stomach. He felt the anger growing in him and he reached out to move a lock of her hair off of her face. He jumped as she flinched. He looked as her right eye opened slowly. Her lips were cut and swollen but they started moving. He heard a small voice and he leaned in closer. “Please, no more.” He heard her whisper and he felt tears gather in his eyes. You are no match for the combined power of the collective!} Both show you in a very bad way, I am sure you don't want family and friends to see them. Clartias didn’t answer for a moment, but I swore I heard weeping on the other side of the door. I eased back in the chair. “And your daughters?” I groaned and got up from the chair and looked at the monitors and saw a group of three girls in the indian lobby. I looked quick in the rearview mirror and took a glance at her butt as she leaned over the seat. Darren looked down at Cheryl, lying on her back with her legs spread, her gaping cunt all wet and syrupy. If we had an audience right now... I can feel the warm cum dripping inside my pussy. Betsy gives me a smile as she pulls her dress the rest of the way off. We barely know each other at all, now I have to live with her... Tegan let out a sigh of relief, strangely glad she wasn’t about to get in trouble, though it’s not as though this was an actual job that mattered to her. I began to take a few of the layers off that she was wearing, her PJ top and bottoms, her silky top that always sticks to her skin like a wet rag when she gets too warm and then I lowered the lighting to nearly off. I looked around and asked if anyone was hurt. “How rich are you?” Natalie asked suddenly.