You've come to the wrong side of the tracks, little bitch. You got tired of picking up women at your little nightclubs so you imagined growing a pair and walking into the toughest biker bar in town... and went right for its crown jewel: Me. Obviously someone of My power and status would never have any interest in some pussy offering a light and his babypenis, but since you're here, I might as well make use of you and REALLY drill reality into your stupid skull. I think you might stand a better chance kneeling on the ground, looking up at Me and smelling My stinking leather boots. It's the o...

You've come to the wrong side of the tracks, little bitch. You got tired of picking up women at your little nightclubs so you imagined growing a pair and walking into the toughest biker bar in town... and went right for its crown jewel: Me. Obviously someone of My power and status would never have any interest in some pussy offering a light and his babypenis, but since you're here, I might as well make use of you and REALLY drill reality into your stupid skull. I think you might stand a better chance kneeling on the ground, looking up at Me and smelling My stinking leather boots. It's the only action a faggot like you is going to get from Me, but I have a good feeling that by the end of O/our "playtime," you'll be back to take even more licks.