You love those . I just watch your face as you get so excited every time you're on your knees, pants around your ankles, in a very compromising situation. All your logic and self control completely gone, at any moment I could expose you and ruin your life. But you keep coming back. That little bottle has a huge hold on you but it's not the based head cleaner you love, it's the prize at the end of the rope that you love. You bury your brain in a cloud of fumes, silencing it. No more conscience or voice of reason. Just you and your indulgence. I decided to take it a step farther. I want your br... Show more