Every molecule in your being aches to worship Mommy. I know just how deeply I've invaded your brain, your dreams are always interrupted by me. Your stroke sessions permeated by flashes of my delicious curves. You thirst for Mommy. I want to see tangible evidence of your worship. Stroke for Mommy, as you lust over my perfection and perhaps you'll taste the paradise that makes your head spin. That owns and controls your brain and cock. You're mine and your cock is mine and you ache to worship me in any way I say.