I always get what I want, always. Nobody tells me no. I don't care that you're married, that you have a home and family together. You should have thought of that before you decided to indulge yourself. You're going to have to pay to play, and it's too late to decide you don't want to play anymore. I made you sign a contract. When your dick was hard and you wanted to cum, you gave me every bit of information I needed to destroy your life entirely. Too many times before, I have been nice and let losers out of their contract because they begged my mercy but I am not feeling merciful....

I always get what I want, always. Nobody tells me no. I don't care that you're married, that you have a home and family together. You should have thought of that before you decided to indulge yourself. You're going to have to pay to play, and it's too late to decide you don't want to play anymore. I made you sign a contract. When your dick was hard and you wanted to cum, you gave me every bit of information I needed to destroy your life entirely. Too many times before, I have been nice and let losers out of their contract because they begged my mercy but I am not feeling merciful.

Actually, I think I will make an example of you. Because I have the pussy, so I make the rules.

All I have to do is whisper a few trigger words into your brain and push my big, beautiful tits in your face. You can't remember your wife's name now, can you? In fact, you couldn't pick her out of a lineup.

10 years of matrimony down the drain. I fuck your head up so bad, you jerk your dick to the fantasy of signing your divorce papers, the exposure of everyone knowing you gave every cent of your savings to me, and I blew it all on shoes and handbags. The idea of her living in a small condo because you took second, third mortgages on the beautiful house you worked so hard to buy her...just so you could continue to send me large tributes. It makes you so hot. Destroy yourself. Wreck your marriage. Indulge.

Indulge.

If a shred of sensibility starts to creep back into that pile of mush you call a brain, all I have to do is slide two fingers up the side of my dress, pulling my panties down one inch at a time.

Here, let me hand you this pen....

Indulge. Sign. Pay. Stroke.