Like a fly to a spider... you are now my prey. My only suggestion is RUN! But you can run, you can hide, but you’ll always end up in the clutches of Miss Whitney Morgan. I’ll catch you, victory pose over you with my old well worn leather riding boots pinning you down by your neck. I’ll enjoy a fine cigar to celebrate winning my trophy - YOU. I own you. You are mine. You’ll worship me like the Goddess I am. Kneel before me prey. Worship the well worn leather boots of mine, my slave, my submissive. You’ll be my cuck. To suck and fuck all the Alpha cocks in my kingdom. My plaything. My amusem... Show more