As he regained his senses, the Turk withdrew his flaccid c**k from the narrow passage. He pushed Denise forwards so that she lay again flat on the bed. Rising from the mattress, Turk went into the bathroom to wipe his c**k clean of Denise’s wastes. He washed and dried himself with toilet tissue and flushed it away. When her returned to the bedroom, Denise was moaning softly.
She was crushed, defeated. She would resist no more. She had no way to communicate her surrender other than to lie in place, awaiting this cruel man’s next act against her. Turk dressed quickly. This is getting out of control, he thought to himself. He would have to secure her tightly, watch her all the time. And he needed a plan for securing her when it came time to go get the van.
One look at Denise, however, told
