It's finally time to celebrate. You followed all of my suggestions, and as a result, your company is so successful that today you sell it make more money than you ever dreamed you could. Remember when you came to me? Your business was a mess, but your life was too. It's hard to make it in the corporate world when you have such a weakness for beautiful women in pantyhose, and you're surrounded by women flaunting their legs in dresses, skirts, high heels. It's too much. You were distracted, and you're lucky I saw it and used it to my (and your) advantage. I encouraged you to focus on my legs, my pantyhose, my beauty, my control over you. You loved it. You love being a weak leg pet, a helpless leg zombie. You've been so happy over the years with me, and I have done exactly what I promised. But I have a secret: I stand to make even more money from this deal that you do, and that just proves my point. I may not have destroyed you, but I sure took advantage for my own gain. Now imagine if, instead of meeting me, you'd met a woman who was equally beautiful legs just as amazing as mine but who didn't have a sense for business. You're so lucky you found me. And since we're celebrating, I want you to jerk off for my legs. I want you to cum for me... just as soon as you sign that contract to sell the company. That's it. Five, four, three, two.... on second thought, I know you very well, don't I? You trust me? That's right. I know that NOT cumming and instead showering me with gifts would bring you the most joy, so that's what you're going to do. And we can continue this business relationship that's been so beneficial to us both. We'll find a way to do more great things together.
