Luo Niu, the Gangster's Daughter

The director threw back his head and laughed out loud. "Nice try Glory Slut, but do you really think I'm stupid enough not to know exactly who I'm dealing with?"

Walking over to the young girl he reached out and began roughly groping her breast, rubbing his hand over it and tugging at her nipple with his fingers. "Of course we know that this piece of trash is Luo Niu, Luo Ken's precious little daughter.

"He hurt each and every one of us here in some way and now he's behind bars and his organisation's busy tearing itself apart as they all try to decide which lowlife should take his place it's open season on this tight piece of tail." While he talked the director's hands kept up their exploration of the girl's body, one hand moving up tp grip her neck as the other worked its way down between her tightly clenched thighs.

Around the room the thugs all grinned and nodded in agreement as they watched the director continue his **** of the young woamn. Behind Glory Gal the two men who'd been heading for the door quickly slammed it shut, locking it securely before taking up position as guards.

Realising she was now trapped and surrounded Glory Gal had **** but to keep talking, at least until an opportunity presented itself. "You really think you're going to get away with this? As soon as Luo Ken's men report back to him you're all as good as dead, and since I'll be taking you all into custody it'll be all the easier for him to track you down. Hell, you might even end up serving time on the same block as him."

The director started to laugh again before she's even finished. "After he turned snitch to try and cut down his sentence? Not one of his old associates would go near him, unless they were planning to try and claim the bounty on his head. No, as far as this little slut's concerned her only hope is for you to get on the bed and do as you're told, unless you're planning on letting her take your place?"

Niu let out a piercing cry as the director jammed his fingers up and into her, her legs buckling and dropping under her. If it wasn't for the tight grip the director had on her throat she'd have fallen to the floor, as it was her cry became a gurgle as she struggled to breath.