If you’re not here to entertain me, then what’s the actual point of you? You’ll edge to me in my hot little outfit, getting weaker and weaker until you’re ready to play my simple blackmail game. And make no mistake – you will play. You’ll draft an email for me, complete with your full name and an incriminating picture of you stroking your pathetic cock. I’ll have you so worked up that resisting will be impossible – one hand on your cock, the other hovering over the send button. And when the moment comes, I have a genius way to make clicking send feel so fucking good for you… for a short while at least. I can’t wait to see what a drooling, desperate freak you become for me. Now grab your cock and stop thinking about consequences.