Chapter Three
The Turk’s Remorse
The Turk was sitting in an overstuffed easy chair. His eyes were glued to the activity of the naked young woman kneeling on the bed in front of him. Her ass was raised and her legs were spread. At the Turk’s instructions, she was busily stroking her hairless cunt, probing it’s now juicy interior with her fingers. Her breath was labored. But the Turk’s mind was somewhere else.
His mind was on Cheryl. For all that he had tried, he could not shake the memory of her, the tender moment he had share with her in her apartment, the moment before he cruelly boxed her and sent her to her fate. He had viewed the tape he made of her many times since that evening along with the still pictures he had made. He had, as usual, added them to his collection, locked and sto
