Banned, because my bathroom has a Jacuzzi in it, but no such thing as a gloryhole. Besides, all of my affairs, i meet in cheap love hotels, exclusively. The ex who ruined me and showed up at new years at my doorstep, i never did anything with her inside my exquisite mansion (and thankfully, mind you, or else i would now be deep in for some even more serious trouble). But besides, those traitorous b*tches who abused me and -almost- ruined me, no one of them deserves to share my house with me. My custom of hospitality applies only to people who have a heart in its place; not monsters with beautiful visage who tried to cannibalize my own heart and -almost- succeeded...
Post edited May 23, 2016 by KiNgBrAdLeY7