Messing with Monica More

Monica sat down in her mangled dress.

"So, Monica, I can tell you're a very refined woman."

"Well, thank you."

"I'm not really into refined snobs like you."

Monica gasped. "What?"

"Yeah, I don't like materialistic women who wear designer things. If you want me to fuck you, you must agree to sell all your high-dollar clothes, shoes, and jewelry to a charity shop, and only shop from Walmart from now on."

"Um, uh..."

"Furthermore, if you want me to fuck you, you must agree to become my personal maid, chef, and trophy wife. You'll do all the cooking, cleaning, and allow me to sodomize you any way I please."

John wondered if she was willing to give up her posh lifestyle to be fucked by him.