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Look at you already getting hard just because you see my feet. You know exactly why I let you stroke to them. It is not because you deserve it. It is because you send. That is the only reason I even bother giving you this privilege. So go on. Start stroking for me. You know better than to wait. Every time I **** my fingers, you are going to send again. Hear that ****. Send. Again. And again. I love how fast you reach for your wallet. I love how pathetic it is that you cannot control yourself. You are so easy for me. So desperate. Exactly how I like you. Keep stroking. Keep sending. My feet own you and we both know it. The second you stop paying tribute, you lose the right to even look at them. So be grateful I am letting you have this moment. You know you have to keep those tributes flowing if you want to stay on my good side. Now I want one last tribute from you. Listen to my ****. Send. Right now. Do it. What was that? You hesitated. You didn’t send fast enough for me. Let the consequences ensue.