Pathetic little hands could never hold what I have in my mind. You're here to look, to squirm, to stroke..knowing you'll never measure up to the men I actually want. Every glance at me is a reminder of your place: beneath me, broke for me, working yourself up for nothing. I'll guide your hand, humiliate every inch of you, and drain you dry knowing you'll leave with your ego and wallet completely emptied.
