This is a man who preys onwomen. His actions are not only demeaning and contemptible, but criminal."His name is Henry Briscombe. He's in his mid twent...es and works as a realestate agent. His modus operandi, you might say, is to meet older womenand seduce them. He's got charm and is very good looking so he uses theseto full advantage. Well-off widows and divorcees are his favourite prey.He shows a lot of imagination in meeting them, I must say. After hemanages to seduce them he takes advantage. She worried about the girth but it exited her to no end also. she hid the huge cucumber in her shorts and the feel of the cold cucumber against her hot pussy made her knees buckle a little she wished she could just push it deep in her pussy right then and there but she started to head upstairs back to her room thinking. It'll be better in front of the mirror anyways.As soon as she locked the door behind her her clothes came off and as she looked at the pictures of the model fucking her huge. She wanted him badly, and felt the wetness grow between her legs. A second later, she heard the door click open. “Come in,” he said. She felt his hand on the small of her back usher her blindly into the room. She walked about five steps before she felt his hands on her shoulders, pressing her to kneel. He threaded her fingers through her brown hair, tugging on her single braid at her shoulder. He stroked her cheek, letting his fingertips fall to her lips. Grabbing her jaw, he forced her. Julie could see in Ashlee’s eyes, expressions and body language that she was dying to ask questions. But, fortunately for Julie, who was still too fragile and distraught, Ashlee kept them to herself. At least for now. It was after midnight when Ashlee suggested that they get some sleep. ‘Do you think you should let Gary know where you are?’ Ashlee asked as they stood up. It was a thought that had been nagging Julie since she left her house. She hadn’t left a note or anything. She had just.