Leanne Morehead was a swinger. She was so popular at parties that when she missed a few weekends she got a couple of men contacting her to ask if they could see her one-on-one. They said they'd pay her for her time. She started escorting. She was working as an accountant for a construction firm. Six months ago the whoring got so successful that she gave up the day job to go full-time. Leanne realized pretty quickly that she had a USP that other whores either didn't have or were lying about. She was a through-and-through sub, the kind of sub who craves humiliation and degradation. She marketed herself as such and her bookings went through the roof. She hasn't looked back. Leanne's interview contains two particularly good indications of just how much of a submissive slag she is. She says her accountant job involved her bollocking men who went over budget all the time. It left her craving that one of them, any of them, would turn the tables on her, yank her skirt up behind her, and crams his throbbing cock deep into her asshole irrespective of any feeble and fake protestations on her part. Apparently, this is something she would slink into the office toilets to masturbate about. Only a few days before shooting her first-ever porno scene with PSS, one of her regular punters tried to book a session with her. I'm sorry, Leanne said, but I'm just about to head back on the train from London to Wales. How's about I get to Swindon, jump on your train there and fuck your fucking brains out in the toilets, you cheap slag, he said. She thought that sounded like rather a good idea and that's what they did. You'd expect Leanne Morehead's scene to be a corker. It is.