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 impotent tranny's life.
Denise is lucky she even gets to talk to me. Most women would either laugh and him or avoid him like the plague. But I try to be better than just any woman. Of course, she has to pay for the privilege and I am going to keep raising my rates because it's what we both deserve. I deserve all the money, and it's my money that she has, make no mistake about that, and she deserves to be punished for losing the genetic lottery and being phallicly disabled. I am just reclaiming it. I need a car, and Denise is going to fork out all that hard-earned cash for it. All I have to do is demand it, belittle and humiliate Dennis/Denise and take what is mine. Denise has no spine, so is so easy to get what I want. And it is always about what I want...Isn't that right, Denise?
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