It’s the pants, isn’t it, that stops you in your tracks? They leave little to the imagination. So, let me excite that imagination of yours, because your fantasies create my realities in some ways. For instance, when I wear these to the mall, or whenever I want to get something from anyone, the dirty thoughts that these pants inspire become my free stuff. That’s my reality. This is everything to you. And I know it, and I use it. These pants make you blind and pliant. Look at my cheeks shake and shimmy. Look at how the crease crawls up my crack and camel toe. What will you do for these pants... Show more