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You came to Me to get help, but instead I exploit your weakness. I saw right through you from the beginning. You’re just another man lacking self control. And instead of helping you fix that I take advantage of you. But in the end it wasn’t up to Me. You could have said no, you could have resisted. Maybe telling you to put your nose between My pantyhose cheeks and to inhale was already part of your treatment? Maybe it really was just me taking advantage? Who knows… the confusion is real while my addictive scent floods your system and takes over your brain. Either way, you’re hooked and you can’t wait to come back.