My life is bitch funded and you guess right, you're the bitch. Not the first one to fund my life, and certainly not the last one. You keep wallowing in the dirt, eating dust, living from day to day, paycheck to paycheck, just so that you can hand over your hard earned cash for me to spend on my lavish life. You're a wallet that is happy to be used for anything: food, cocktails, dates, toys, rent, clothes. It makes you so hard, seeing me wear your hard earned money that you suffered for all those extra shifts at works, long hours and no enjoyment, pleasure or spending on yourself. You just can't say no to a brat that wants it all. My hot body draped with soft fur coat is just a tool of seduction you can't defend against, my bragging perpetuates your spending. My voice sinks deep into your mind. You're a wallet for me, and as such you'll be treated: drained, rinsed, fucked hard.