Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
“He asked for it, I swear! Everything I did to that sugar daddy, he wanted me to do it!” I told the Police as they forced me to apply my fingerprints to the inkblots.
“He was 85 and you left him tied up in his penthouse suite while making good use of his credit card. You expect us to believe he asked for that?” The ugly cop who clearly had no idea how Findom worked, scowled at me while gripping the back of my elbow to take me over for my mug shot.