After hours of trying to figure out what was up with this town, I sat back in my chair in the middle of the surveillance room and turned on the video of Imani from the other night on the biggest monitor.
With my belt around Imani’s throat, she wrapped her full lips around my c**k, and her throat tightened on me.
I pressed a hand against the front of my pants and blew out a breath. I couldn’t wait to finally tie her up here in my bedroom and force her to watch the spit dribble down her chin from a ball gag in her mouth.
My phone buzzed, but I ignored it. It was probably João complaining about some s**t.
Turning back to the video, I watched João and Landon stretch Imani out as she stared up at the camera—up at me.
up at me.“You can hold on for a little longer, Imani,” I said in the vide
