Everything about being caught used to turn you on, but now it’s just a hindrance. As you start to admire me, you notice the detail put into my image, something you don’t have at home, because let’s face it..you hate being with her. You only want me. Form my perfect curls and lipstick, down to my garter belt and thigh highs..i’m your dream girl. The epitome of THE perfect Goddess. I insist you tug, not just for me, but for the disdain you have for your “real” life. Leave her, let it just be us...and let another amazing orgasm a la Me escape your body to signal a new level of clarity.