You've always loved tits. Something about cleavage, or big bouncing titties in your face, has always made your brain feel fuzzy. I intend to use that against you and take advantage. See, I have great tits. Perfect, perky, huge, natural, and I know you want them. Do you know what I want from you? I only want one thing from you: money. I want to make you so stupid, so vulnerable, so focused on jerking for my tits that I can make you do just about anything I say... and then, I'm going to empty your balls and your bank account. You'll send, stroke, and submit, because that's the only thing you're good for. You're a wallet for my big tits, and nothing more, and when I'm done with you, you'll be discarded once again. It's a cute little cycle.