“You can spend the afternoon at your dumb jobby-job. Or you could tell a fib and come play hooky with me, Princess Tiffani. I’ll let you be my bikini tester as I max out all your credit cards. If you’re a reeeally good sugar daddi? I’ll let you pull out your widdle winkie and pump out a worship puddle for your Princess….”
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You just spent thousands on clothes, shoes and jewelry to adorn her with, in a laughable attempt to impress her. Now Princess Tiffani has you standing in the corner of her bedroom, credit cards drained, your tiny neglected dicklet at full attention. You burn with humiliation as she tells a girlfriend what a pathetic doormat you are. Will Tiffani show mercy on you and toss you one of her ankle socks? Or will she keep you desperate, blueballed and throbbing with frustration?
