Hey fucker, you cannot help yourself. Each time you promise yourself that you won't relapse for me, you go back on your word and send send send. You can't get enough of sending your entire paycheck to me. Knowing that I am buying cute lingerie that I'll fuck my real boyfriend in, while you stay celibate, does something to you. You love the feeling of knowing that your money is working for me. You stay broke while I am having fun and fucking other men! You tell yourself, every so often, that you can quit. But you love the attention I allow you to have. Nothing feels better than when I am personally fucking your bank account dry.