I never invite gimps to my home in Los Angeles. I keep this for myself and leave it a sanctuary to get away from it all. The Kink Sluts and I flew down south for some R & R and Marcello would not stop sending me messages on Twitter. I thought it would be fun to bring him over to conform us all weekend and we couldn't help but grab some of the joy. Marcello was successful enough to be invited to my home so I made sure he suffered. He gets handled like a dog, he is without mercy flogged, kept in v-card, made to eat jism that is cascading out of my honeypot after a wonderful brunch encounter, cleans my filthy feet, nuzzles my sweaty brown-eye and gets string-on arse drilled deep with a bag on his head so my neighbors can see!
