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Her name is Alessandra.

She’s a banking attorney representing a firm my nonprofit does business with.

I met her in person for the first time in June of ‘24 during my most recent Zurich trip.

We really hit it off. So much so that we borrowed a basement room in a specialty nightclub for a few hours.

I rudely and awfully put some grievous affliction to her tits as she blurted out terrible secrets the bank was forcing her to keep.

Weeks later, I received an actual postal letter from her thanking me. She said it was a cathartic evening that flushed sins from her soul.

She told me she was coming to New York before the end of ‘25 and would like to see me.

Her pussy, she said, needed to confess.