Chapter 33 Next time you protect me

Emily Rollins rubbed her fingers with her head down, and said casually. "Mr. Weeks, please don't beg me to sign a contract." Daron Weeks spat while enduring the pain, "Damn, you're dreaming." As soon as he finished speaking, Emily Rollins grabbed his arm and threw it behind his back, pressing Daron Weeks' face on the ground neatly, and Daron Weeks cried out in pain, "You little bitch, how dare you do this to me , I'm not done with you." Emily Rollins automatically ignored the screams, and began to take off Daron Weeks' clothes. She originally planned to take off his clothes, but later she felt that the slender body was too disgusting, so she just tore the clothes a few times to make him look disheveled and disheveled. The hardest part was getting the 180-pound big fat pig onto the chair. Tired, she kicked Daron Weeks several times to relieve her anger. Finally, she tied him up and stood aside to admire her masterpiece.