Besties Battle It Out In A Deep Throat Showdown

“Marcus?” Chandler asked, looking terribly confused. Porn I suddenly realized that I was staring at my bodyguard, taking in the sight of her suburban-mom good looks, her freckled nose and cheeks framed by dirty blonde hair, sunkissed arms, and shoulders sculpted into works of art by years of training and physically demanding jobs…
“I’m sorry,” Emily continued. We’ve been super curious, too. “Bobbi will probably reach out to you today, too. Around that time, Emily joined us at the dining room table. Erin had drawn up a boilerplate NDA for her that she’d already signed, so I felt relatively comfortable filling her in on a few of the details. Like I’d done earlier with Tara, I took a deep breath and told her about Bobbi, leaving out some of the darker parts of our story, like the visit I’d made to her hotel room the night after my press conference.