Let’s be honest, your cock doesn’t fucking work and your wife won’t touch you. That’s why you call me for domination phone sex where I can boost your ego and make you feel like half a man. Well I’m tired of the charades, little bitch. Sweet Summer Thyme is trying her hand at a new sort of domination. I see right through your educated ruse of power and desire. You’re nothing more than a weak man past his prime who can’t accept the dirty truth of aging. My teen pussy is going to bury all those sad thoughts, sweetling. Miss Summer is going to whip you into shape. I want you to tell me the truth now about your pathetic cock. Tell me how small and unsatisfactory it is. Tell me your wife wouldn’t even give you a second glance. Good. Now bend over my lap, I’m going to give you a damn good bare bottom spanking. From now on, I control everything about you! Your clothes, your finances, what you eat, even when you cum. You’ll wear a cock cage fitting of your slutty stature. You’re not worth anything to me.
You pretended to be so high and mighty so know one would know the little secret that your penis is a pathetic excuse for manhood. Now, I’m going to expose you to everyone you know unless you pay up. $500 should cover the discretion fees, don’t you think? You boasted such an important job, surely you can afford that so no one finds out that you’re worthless as a man with a cock not even a teen would be proud of. You’re shriveled, wrinkled, and I’m over your charades. I have a big strap on I’ll take pictures of for you, and you can know I’ll follow the old American adage – Save a horse, ride a cowboy.
