So for the continuing saga of Dennis/Denise and humiliation phone sex , with a healthy dose of financial domination to boot. You see, Dennis Smith of St. Louis (he wanted this shout-out, so relax) has a micro penis. He sent me a picture this week of it next to a ruler and it didn't even measure up to 3 inches. Send me an email and I will forward that pic to you as well. Anyway, after I stopped laughing, I forwarded the picture to several of my girlfriends because they don't really believe baby dicks exist too much in the wild. Sadly, I know differently. It is just a bummer to think about -- all those wee dicks sitting snugly against their bodies like a pimple between their legs just ripe to pop. Not even enough of an appendage to wiggle around when they walk. But Dennis understands his place in the world. He doesn't fight it, I am sure he got all the crying about it out of his system years ago. Dennis Smith of St. Louis knows that he isn't a man, he has never been.
I have been SO busy with financial domination phone sex lately. My days are packed with the usual stuff, you know, like being hot, taking monster dick, going shopping, and draining the bank accounts of my latest money piggy Dennis aka Denise. It is a tale as old as time, kinda like "Beauty and the Beast", but in this case, it's "Hot Piece of Ass and Pathetic Baby Dick Crossdressing Fuck Denise." For some reason, pitiful excuses for men are just drawn to me -- probably because of my fantastic tits and juicy ass, but I digress. I call to them like a siren's song, drawing them to their destruction and doom. Dennis, whom I immediately renamed Denise, within seconds of talking, called me, and $$$$ went off in my eyes. I could smell weakness and money. So I have been extracting MY money, from her and I won't stop until I bankrupt that sorry cunt. This is my absolute favorite thing to do! I get all the cash and presents that I deserve and I ruin that impo