M________, you poor thing, you.

Here I am, flashing my......"to-die-for-ness" at you again. Remember you used to call it that? And then the way I'd cradle your head between my tits after I'd fucked and grinded you down to nothing? I'd whisper my soft, sweet orders in your ear, as you drifted to sleep and then constantly say my name in your dreams as I worked and jerked your manhood like the sweet little succubus that you CONSTANTLY worshipped me as.

Just because I fucked around on you - sometimes more than one guy in the same day, just for the hell of it - just because I'd drained your wallet and bank accounts while I drained your nutsack.......in spite of that, M________, don't you think there's a possibility that I can..... make it up to you, somehow? To.......rekindle...... some of those feelings of..... enslavement you USED to have whenever I'd suddenly flash my tits at ya or spread my thighs nice and wide at ya, especially if we you were trying to chew me out for cheating on you, and I'd just suddenly....open myself up to you like this? Distracting you? Making you tent? Making you forget what you were saying? Melting your anger away, and heating you up in other areas?

Yeah, that's it, M_______ baby, whip that thing out and stroke it good and long and true, just like the old days, coming ONLY when I tell you to, and blueballing you for weeks on end (while I fucked around on you with guys with cocks MUCH larger than yours) if you came too soon.

Anyway, here's some important favours to ask of you, o.k.? And then I'll grant you release.....

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