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Somewhere you got the notion that the kind of men who serve me are sniveling little social rejects, some tiny percentage of the population. Certainly not *you*.. Because you only like to masturbate to my lovely face. Right? It's nothing for you, just a passing fancy. That's too funny.. how does that denial taste? You do realize that it doesn't matter who you are or what you do, I possess some deep innate talent to get to the core of you. I turn the strongest, proudest men into whimpering servants who are desperate for my touch and attention. You're not immune, my dear, because you keep on coming back. Tell yourself whatever you like, but with every passing moment, I conquer more and more of you.
