At least once a week, I get an email like the following (which is actually today's):
where is ma'am?
i am very warried.
this is i---, your slave.
This is an old man I met more than two years ago. I guess I am that irresistable, and everyone wants me to crush their junk with my stilettos, but still, this is getting out of hand. As far as stalkers go, it doesn't seem like he'd do ME any harm, though.
Water Dogs–Cape Cod SUP Edition
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