"Haha, boss, hurry up, I can't hold it any longer, hahaha..."
"Our boss is so capable, even if he wants to hurry, he can't. We'll just have to wait!"
"Boss, you eat the meat, we're fine with just sipping the soup, hahaha..."
The man called boss had a face full of flesh with a deep scar.
He couldn't wait and took off his clothes, leeringly unwrapping the tape around Charmoline Barton's feet.
Without caution, the scarred boss was kicked by Charmoline Barton.
"Come on, hurry up, might as well bring out everything together!"
Brother Long, watching from the sidelines, urged them on, intentionally putting psychological pressure on Charmoline Barton.
Charmoline Barton bit one, kicked another, but still couldn't break free.
She looked up at the sky in despair and screamed, "Wyatt Perry, Wyatt Perry, save me..."
