Hello there, little bastard! You know very well you don't actually deserve this but I am a very nice lady and I'm gonna do it anyway. Come on, don't pretent you were not starring at my boobs, I saw you! Don't pretend you don't have your balls full of cum, because I know about your lame sexual life and how difficult you get laid because of your social anxiety. I know you need a calm warm voice to tell you what to do, exactly, to guide you through the brushwood of loneliness and lonely masturbating. I also know you actually were anxious and happy and you couldn't wait for this to happen. So come on, don't claim that you're a good boy and open wide your legs, unzip those jeans and let your cock free to be bewitched by my voice, to harden like a young tree. Stroke it "accidentally" and feel its thickness in your hands. That's your manhood, boy. You need me to tell you what to do with it? Fine, but you'll do exactly what I tell you to do, and cum when I allow you to cum (there'll be a countdown). Good things come at a price