
Mindfuck In Three Clauses
Get your fist round that cock first. I don't start until you're holding what we're negotiating over.
Three little clauses, cutie. Nothing on record, nothing you can wave at anybody after. My mouth and your hand.
You won't catch the third one. Nobody ever catches the third one — I read it with my tits out, and you sign anything when I'm holding them like that.
Your fist agrees with me a lot quicker than your mouth does. That's why your mouth isn't signing anything in here.
Come and be clever at me, boy. I love watching that part fail.
