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Let's set things straight right now: I am Perfect. I am a Princess. And you will spoil Me. There is no other reason for Me to be here, allowing grossly pathetic losers like you to talk to perfect little Me, other than for you to give to Me. You are simply going to give to Me. I will not ask. I'm above asking. And quite frankly, if I have to ask, you are not worth My time. I shouldn't have to exert energy, that's your job.

The world is full of pathetic dumbasses like you. But, losers are very good at one thing; working hard to pay to jerk off. Do you consider yourself a dependable employee, making it to work on time every morning, working diligently for your income? Do you then find yourself coming home, immediately stroking that disgusting dick of yours? Of course you do. All that hard work you put in for your (soon to be My) paycheck is often spent on your jerk off habits. Much of your time is spent letting your useless dick waste your paycheck. No more. That paycheck is Mine, and it will no longer be wasted. It will be put to the best possible use: entertaining Me and making Me happy.

In your feeble attempt to compensate for the lack of female attention to your worthless dick you've wasted far too much money. Any amount is too much, though I'm sure you've spent an embarrassing portion of your income on sub par jerk off material. But no need to fret, I'm here to save you from mediocrity. Nothing is more worthy of your paycheck than spoiling Me, making Me happy. And I think it's time for a raise.

Your cash, your credit cards, gifts and more gifts. And of course, sitting on My pretty little ass while you pay to entertain Me. Nothing makes me more excited than a bank account full of cash and a mail box full of gifts. I don't discriminate. Cash is cash, and all cash should be Mine. Not yours, Mine. Now make it happen.