I challenge you to carry on a conversation with me and keep your eyes UP here and your head nice and clear. Call me out if I lie. Prove me wrong... not all men are weak when it comes to cleavage. Right? Prove to me some men do have self control.

But you can't resist me. My zipper slides down a little further and you get weak... stupid. You want to peek and jerk off all your money. But were going to make the widdle tit bitch control himself. From now on, every time you break my gave and take a peek at my chest, you owe me $100. Do you understand me?