Hope convinces us to endure and suffer in a vain attempt to attain something that we long for. In reality, hope is the worst of all evils, because it prolongs man’s torments. Mistress Megara has seen you staring, She knows how you lust after Her perfect, firm breasts, how you ache to touch them and earnestly hope to be allowed to worship them. But that day will never come. Mistress Megara lets you know in no uncertain terms that the worship of Her breast is reserved for a real man, not someone like you.

Your torment and frustration amuses Mistress and She is going to make you suffe... Show more