100% you.

Oh, yes she is. You start sorting her things out in three piles: slutty, awful and tolerable. By the time you are done the third pile holds five pieces of clothing. The first, over a hundred, and the second is just as large.

“- Well, babe, can’t pick a choice today? When in doubt, pick pink!”

“- But half of them are pink, honey bunny…” you hear yourself whine. This is just terrible… you can feel your brain melting every time “she” gets control.

His chuckle shows he’s used to poking fun at her while she stays oblivious of his disrespectful behavior.

“- You know what? You should go and pick some new stuff! Maybe get yourself some new lingerie too! How about that Swarovski-covered set you wanted?”

Great Scots. He’s just as bad as she is…

“Pick the Wonderbra-effect one!”

No, he’s actually worse.

He walks to you and slides his Visa Infinite down your breasts. It fits snugly there. He suddenly dips two fingers in your pussy, and you yelp.

“Always makes you wet, huh babe? You’re Daddy’s slut all right!”

What a jerk. He’s right though. It does make her wet. You wonder how long you can face this situation until you go insane. He turns you around and slaps your ass.

“I’d love to fuck that nice piece of ass, babe, but you know I have to go. Houses to sell, marks to shave, goals to meet. Don’t worry. I’ll bang your ass so hard tonight you’ll feel like a train went down your butthole!”

He smacks you again.

“Don’t worry! I told you. Can’t get pregnant this way, so you will drip with my cum all night once we get to the club… you know how wet this makes you.”