I walk past you and notice your gaze drawn to my thigh-high stockings and stiletto heels... Lucky for you, I like to play games. I stop and ask you if you noticed my beauty and agree to let you off the hook if you do something for me... Play my game. I coerce you over and over to inhale the small bottle of pop; inhaling deeply, closing your eyes and feeling the chemicals overtake you and imagining what my stockings would feel like underneath your fingertips at this level of weakness. I give you these instructions sensually and encourage you as my black platform pumps click on the hardwood floor. I then instruct you to stroke for me, taking breaks because I decide that I want you to lose control and become voracious, almost primal in your desire, so I instruct you to inhale pop over and over because I love it when a man is out of his mind. I then tell you to stroke your cock in the same manner in which I stroke my thin high heel until I finally, when I sense that you can take no more teasing, give you a short countdown and let you cum for me since you've been such a good boy.