Custom: It's my birthday, and a "friend" hired you to come to my house and give me a lapdance. But there are rules: I must sit with my hands and feet cuffed to a chair. You pull out toy handcuffs and show me how I can release myself by pushing the little lever. I object, but you slip off your robe and are now in just bra and panties. "Do you want me to leave, then? That's what I thought." You cuff me while singing, "Happy Birthday, Dear Fuckhead". Now you reveal the truth: you're not a stripper, you're a professional hypn_otist, and my ex-wife Teresa hired you to get revenge. She told you her ... Show more