Melissa
I had three days shadowing Cindy to drag every little scrap of information out of her. She’d tut and shake her head, giving me a look that made me feel even crazier than I felt already, but then she’d spill the beans anyway.
I guess she owed it to me after I sat and happily watched her scroll through the last four weeks of Alexander Henley’s porn browsing history.
She wasn’t lying, the stuff was… brutal. Not handcuffs and riding whips type brutal like I was expecting. The stuff Alexander Henley watches is not nearly so… I dunno… theatrical.
His porn tastes are dark and animalistic – grunts and pounding flesh and sweat, sometimes one on one, sometimes several men on one woman as she’s pushed and pulled and thrown around, f****d raw by big d***s in every hole. Many d***s in every
