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It's that time of the month again, when your bank account swells and your Wife's expectations soar. But let's get real – we both know where your true loyalties lie. Your "better half" might be dreaming of a fancy dinner, but you and I, we have a different kind of feast in mind. Send every last penny My way, My devoted cash pig. Let Her pout and wonder why Her night is ruined. It's simple: I own you – your cock, your wallet, and every thought in that head of yours. The irony is deliciously thick, isn't it? You use Her for cash, just so you can worship Me with it. And when it's time to perform for Her, you're really just fantasizing about Me, aren't you? Imagine Her confusion as you struggle to rise to the occasion, until you sneak a peek at My photos. That's the magic potion, the only thing that can make you hard enough to fulfill your marital duties. But here's the kicker: as you're about to explode, I want you to scream My name. Tell Me how She reacts. Does She finally realize She's just a placeholder for the true Goddess in your life? The thought of it alone is enough to make Me smile. So go ahead, make your move, and don't forget who really holds the power. Your little secret is safe with Me.