Your pleasure doesn't matter. Only my pleasure does. You're a set of holes to be used. And the best part? That gets you off. What a dirty little whore. Your body was made to be used. That's why you love it.
Mom calls me into the department store changing room to ask my opinion on a pair of jeans and tshirt. "Why do you keep looking at the tshirt," she asks. "Does the colour not suit me?"
