Poor little Belissa—she made the mistake of thinking she had a life outside of serving me. As my personal assistant and full-time human seat, her needs come dead last. I told her she wouldn’t be seeing her boyfriend tonight, because I have plans to park my big, fat, sweaty ass on top of her petite body. If anyone is fucking her boyfriend tonight, it’s me. She’s just a fragile little thing, getting skinnier and weaker by the day, while I grow heavier and more powerful. She’s something for me to sit on—a plaything, a possession. She’s not a person to me—just a skinny cushion I can use whenever I please.