Dangerous Woman Jesslyn's
Barron's depravity

In a workroom in a luxurious house a man was sitting in his great chair, he was Barron Night. He was doing his job, making a legal permit for the smooth receipt of goods from the N State for the Virgoun clan.

Despite the frustration of the vidio going around, he had to keep the role up for the behind-the-scenes supporters. At least, the recording did not show a face because it could make the good reputation that he had built so far just destroyed.

He must maintain a good image in front of the community because his desire to sit in the chair of the ministry also still requires support from various parties.

A servant came to bring a paper for his master. He knocked on the door slowly.

"Excuse me, sir."

"What's wrong?"

"Here, sir get the invitation letter."

"Bring here!"

The servant approached with a trembling body, the other workers said his master was the figure of a basket-eye. He walked over to the table and placed the letter there.

Not yet had the paper touched the table, Barron Night's hand had already caught his wrist and spoke in a sensual tone. "Why are you so nervous?"

"Ti—no, Sir. Then excuse me first." The servant was about to leave, but Barron held him back.

He stood up from a sitting position, staring at the beautiful woman in front of him from the tip of his foot to the top of his head.

With a perverted look Barron rubbed his chin. "Pretty."

The waiter raised his head, he was surprised to hear the old man in front of him. Will he be the victim this time?

Barron pulled the woman's hand, tightly wrapped around the slender waist of the young woman in front of him.

"Take me off, sir! I still have a lot of work behind." The woman was nervous in fear, her face deathly pale from fear which made her crumble instantly.

She even started working today, but has been harassed by her employer. If only he had known of having a host who was a basket eye. He would refuse to accept this job, even if they offered him a large salary.

"What are you afraid of? I'm the host, which is more important?" Barron whispered in the ear of the beautiful woman. "Your job is behind me or serving me?"

As soon as the fur of this woman's romance bristled at the disgusting words coming out from her dirty old mouth, cold sweat began to pour out in her body. Barron did not even know the age that had smelled of earth, even though the age of the maid was even much younger when compared to Emily.

"Sir, please let me go! Let me get back to work!" The girl tried to push Barron's body firmly, but the man was still a member of the police force who had a body stronger than her. The strength of a little girl will not be able to make herself move even just an inch from the arms of this striped-nose man.

"Who said I wouldn't give you a job? I'll let you work just fine." The girl held her breath, she bit her own lower lip out of fear, the water droplets had already gathered in her eyes. "But I will allow you to work here, serve me!"

An evil grin was seen on the face of the old man who was even older than his father. His tears could not be dammed anymore, little by little clear circles fell on his cheeks. He begged to be released.

"Ssttt .. don't cry! Have you never done that?" Barron wiped away the tears on the cheeks of the young lady in front of him.

"Sir, please let go! Let me go!" He thrashed around trying to break free from his master's grip.

The waiter thrashed his master's chest, he sobbed bitterly trying to get away from the depraved man in front of him. The woman had no choice but to lift her knee so quickly that it hit Barron's heirloom.

The man grimaced holding the heirloom, but not until the woman at Barron's exit had already pulled it back. He slapped the waiter until he fell on the floor.

"You tested my patience!" Barron clutched the woman's chin firmly, she squatted in alignment with the servant in front of her. "Look how I finished you!"

Barron immediately tried to unbutton every single woman's clothes in front of him, not caring about the bruise on the corner of the servant's lips. He just wants to satisfy his depraved lust.

The waiter continued thrashing, kicking and hitting in all directions. This resulted in Barron slapping the other part of the cheek again until the woman fainted and fell to the floor.

"If only you had kept quiet and complied, I wouldn't have tortured you!"

Barron then vent the desire buried in his servant. He raped the woman in front of him, even though the body was already suffocating helplessly. It doesn't matter if this girl is alive or dead.

After he finished enjoying the body of the maid, he doused the beautiful face with water on his desk.

"Wake up!" Barron patted his cheeks violently.

The waiter began to open his eyes, felt a pain in the core, and clothes that had been torn formless. Instantly he hugged his trembling knees.

"Go ... go ... What have you done to me old man?" The woman sobbed, she felt disgusted with herself.

His body trembled, the abuse Barron had already shaken his young mind. The sanctity he guarded was forcibly taken by the old man who became his master. He was very sorry to enter this residence, accepting a job offer from his friend.

Barron stepped up to his desk. Take a brown envelope with a pile of money. He threw the object into the face of the woman who was still shaking her body.

"It's a payment for your body."

"You're crazy! I'm not a prostitute*ur!" The woman screamed in her fear.

Barron only grinned at the helpless woman's words. In his old age Barron still has Hypersexual problems, one of the disorders that occur where the sufferer is addicted to ****. He engages in relationships of higher intensity than normal people, and too often imagines passing fantasies.

He often vented his depraved desires on the young servants in his house. This also decreased to Emily, making her both have a high level of sexual arousal.

His wife who prefers to hang out with socialite friends makes herself free to do anything in this house. No one in the house dared to help a beautiful woman who was the victim of her master's depravity.

This residence is always changing servants every day. Because they can't stand the mistreatment of employers, whether it's from Kate, Barron, or Emily.

The inhabitants of this house are not human. They all liked to torture the waiter mercilessly. Even though the salary offered was so great, but they were betting their lives when entering this residence and most of the new servants were unaware of it.

The sound of the door being opened forcefully sounded clearly deafening. "What are you doing, huh?!"

It was Kate, coming at the wrong time. Had it been, she had come earlier perhaps the beautiful woman would not have experienced such a bad thing.

TBC.