I have one love, money. So shut up, sit there, look at me, and open it up. Not your trousers. That thing. Open that thing in your back pocket. That wallet you idiot. That's what I am after. You think I like you? You think I want your dick? You're only fooling yourself sweetie. Don't act like your dick isn't throbbing at the thought of unloading Benjamins into my account. I'm not here for your jizz. I could give two flying fucks what your "fetishes" are; today it's about MY fetish, MY love, MY desire. You will learn to like it. In fact you will grow addicted to working and paying for the chance... Show more