I’m no stranger to sadistic roleplay phone sex scenarios. After all, I am a submissive whore and a drug addicted mommy who hooks up with anybody who will give her a fix. And last night I hooked up with Tom, a new guy in my life. Well not new. I’ve known him for years because he’s friends with my husband. However, I did not know this side of him. Tom’s like me. He leads a double life, and nobody appears to be the wiser.
However, until last night, I did not know that Tom likes to kidnap, torture and force fuck soccer moms. He caught me doing a line of cocaine and realized I have some secrets too. And he took the opportunity to blackmail me. He knows my husband too well. Plus, he knows my husband thinks I gave up cocaine for our marriage. I don’t think I can ever give up cocaine. I just became crafty with finding cocaine or earning cocaine money after my husband cut me off from his money.
And I became a taboo phone sex whore to earn coke money. But somewhere along the line, my addiction grew larger than my paycheck. Tom forced me to drive him home. He made up some excuse to my husband. And I don’t know if my husband could see the fear on my face or if he just didn’t care. But I knew once in confinement with Tom things would not go well.
I did not drive him home. I drove him to this little fishing cabin he owns. My husband and him go there often during the winter to ice fish. He ordered me the strip naked and fuck my own holes with my fingers and eventually my fist. And even wanted me to slap my face and my tits until my porcelain white skin turned bright pink. In this little fishing cabin, which appeared the size of my bathroom, he keeps a torture kit.
His kit included handcuffs, a taser, a sounding device, all sorts of sharp objects, rope, and some of the biggest fucking dildos I’ve ever seen in my life. Normally, I don’t mind abuse because it earns me coke money. But I did this for free. Fuck my life. I hate being abused with nothing to show for it.
For about an hour, he tortured me. And he did it for shits and giggles. I could tell he got drunk on the power. Every time he used that taser on my nipples or my clit, I pissed uncontrollably. And then he would push my head in my piss puddle and force me to lick it up. While my face was buried in the floor, Tom would kick me. But he made sure not to leave any marks on my face that might be hard to explain to my husband.
Eventually, he made me his private ass rape porn star. Fuck what a surprisingly big cock on him. He rammed it into my ass so hard that he pushed in my prolapse. But of course, it came right back out after he nutted. He made sure that I understood he owns me for life now. Fuck my life. Now he’s going to abuse the fuck out of me, and I won’t even get any cocaine out of it.
Extreme bondage phone sex, I am no stranger too. I’ve been tied up a lot in my life. Sometimes just for photo shoots. And other times for more nefarious reasons. And this weekend I showed up for a photo shoot offering $500 for an hour’s worth of work. That would buy me my weekend cocaine supply. So, I took the job. Done far worse things for coke money than let some random guy tie me up and take some photos.
But I should’ve known better. It’s never that simple. Not with me at least. So, once I found myself tied up, I realized it was not just me and the guy who hired me. More men showed up. And I literally couldn’t fight. The guy that hired me tied me up like a side of beef. I was just waiting for them to write with a marker, prime rib, or rump roast on my body. I would’ve preferred that to what they did to me.
They violated my holes and whipped my ass raw with a flogger. Ouch. Both my pussy and ass they enjoyed fisting too. I’m not a fan of fisting, especially not when they do it raw. No lubrication used. They just shoved their fisted into my pussy and ass at the same time. For a moment it felt like they could pull my insides out or even hold hands from the inside of my pussy and ass. Even a seasoned ass rape porn star knows that hurts.
But I think what hurt the most was the fact that they made me put my legs over my head. So, I balanced on my neck for over an hour while they shoved anything and everything they could find in my pussy and ass.
Suddenly, I realized I may not make it out of this. These guys appeared tweaked out on something, meth, I suspected. One guy for shits and giggles, squeezed out an entire tube of icy hot on my junk. And then they looked at me and laughed about giving me the lubrication I needed.
So, they fucked me with icy hot. Dumbasses. Which, in hindsight, they realized was not a smart move on their part. Because they fucked me using icy hot as the lubrication for my pussy and ass. And that meant that icy hot went straight up their pee holes. They will remember this encounter longer than me because my guess it’s going to burn to pee for a while. One guy started to piss up my cunt, and then he started crying when he realized how much it burned. A silver lining, I guess.
They let me go before this turned into a snuff porn. And I knew I dodged a bullet. They got too fucked up on meth and made a dumb move. Otherwise, they might’ve tortured me to death. Or sat on me and snapped my neck in two. They could’ve done that easily in the position they placed me in. I never saw my $500. Go figure. Just a bunch of tweaked out rednecks without a solid plan. I guess I’ll take it as a win that I survived. But I found some other guys willing to gang bang me for $500 later so I still got my coke money.
Although this submissive mommy enjoys roleplay phone sex, my life seems like a far cry from a fantasy roleplay. My baby boy loves to beat me beautiful for his live streaming audience. Although sometimes we do pretend that I’m more of an 80s mommy with big hair and red lips, the abuse I take feels very real.
But we have an agreement. He beats me beautiful for his live streaming audience, and I remain on the cocaine diet for life. Keeps me skinny. And in the long run, maybe cheaper than any of those weight loss shots. At this point, I’ve got skinny little bird legs, a huge thigh, gap and big bimbo boobs. When he arrived, he immediately pushed my face in the coke bowl. And you know me, I started snorting wildly because I knew the abuse would start soon. I am my boy’s, punching bag, flesh light, cum dumpster, and urinal.
When he pulled my head out of the bowl of cocaine, I looked like a geisha version of Tammy Faye. My face white from the cocaine, but you could still see my pancake makeup coming through. Perhaps to many I looked like a clown. But my son loves my clown makeup. He shoved his entire cock and balls in my mouth, and I immediately started to choke and gag. I teetered on my high heels as I squatted in front of him to suck his cock. A few punches to the sides of my face and I fell over.
But my boy yanked me back up and dick slapped me. I saw the bench. It’s the kind of contraption where a son can explore his rape phone sex fantasies for his mother without her putting up much of a fight. Although he does bust my face up, he leaves my nose alone so I can continue to snort.
He put the bowl of cocaine right under the bench so that my head could reach it. I continued to snort from the bowl as he tied me to the bench. He always thinks I’m a contortionist. When he put his fingers up my ass, I knew what would come next. He literally pulled my prolapsed out. He calls it his flesh light.
I heard the dings from the tips roll in. Our fan base loves it when he turns my prolapsed asshole into a fuck tube. He grabbed my hips and began to slam his cock into my prolapsed asshole while he punched the back of my head. He punched my rectum with his cock while punching the back of my head and my kidneys too. And he managed to get a few punches to my ribs, and we both felt them crack. But I take my boy’s abuse. In fact, he always points out that it makes my cunt wet.
The more he punched me and the harder he fucked me, the more chimes we heard. Once he stopped fucking my prolapsed asshole he came around and put his cock in my mouth for me to clean. He choked me while his cock slammed in and out of my throat. Plus, he continued to beat me beautiful by punching the sides of my cheeks. Ouch. At least I had a big bowl of cocaine to sniff periodically. My son joked that mommy does not need those bimbo injections because when he punches my face, I balloon up and nobody sees any wrinkles.
I still get duck lips though. My son loves the bimbo look. So, when he punches my face, my lips just swell up more and he jokes that I look like a MAGA influencer. Of course, I forgot to take my teeth out, so he punched them out for me. And I watched my teeth fly across the room. My son is a sadistic phone sex fuck. If his cock goes limp, he beats me more. Beating his mommy beautiful works better than Viagra for getting a limp dick hard again.
At one point, I passed out from strangulation. And when I woke up, I discovered him pissing down my throat and punching my cheeks at the same time. This felt rough. Although I could snort some of the best cocaine on the planet, it did not dull all my pain. But I told myself to feel lucky. This seemed like a much less violent session with my boy than normal.
At least he didn’t throw me across the room until my skull broke the wall. Silver lining, I guess. But my boy needs to have back surgery and will be out of commission for a while. So, I guess that gives my bones time to heal. However, it scares me too. Because I know once my son recovers, he will light me up like the sky on Fourth of July. And I may not recover from that.
People know my reputation as an ass rape porn star. Most of my work, however, I would consider underground. Snuff flicks and violent porn only shown to private collectors appear on the dark web only. However, I recently got a call to audition for a hardcore anal sex video. It seemed out of the blue. I didn’t know the director. And I didn’t know the studio name. I probably should’ve Googled it.
I showed up glammed up like the directed requested. He told me this would be sort of a futuristic porn movie. The pay seemed good, and I knew it would help keep me high for the rest of the month. So, I showed up and that little voice in my head went off the moment I arrived. I knew this was no professional porn movie. But I played along. Hopefully if it was a snuff porn, it would be the simulated rough, kind and not the dead kind.
I auditioned with a glass dildo. So, I showed the director that I can work just about anything into my tight puckered asshole. Who am I fooling? My ass does not feel tight. And it’s not puckered either. It’s well-worn and prolapsed from too much use. But I’m still an anal whore. So, for about an hour, I gave them my all with that dildo. Then the director clapped his hands, and suddenly this went from an audition to gang bang. And a rough gangbang too.
Although I’m no stranger to being a gangbang rape porn star either, it startled me. One clap from the director and eight men descended on me like horny vultures. They started fish hooking my mouth, slapping my tits, choking me, and ripping off what little clothes I was wearing. One guy grabbed me by my red hair, yanked me up off the chair, and slammed me down on the ground. He wanted me face down and ass up to get forced fucked.
Clearly, I appeared outnumbered. And I knew I couldn’t fight off eight men. Nine if you included the director. He eventually joined in. However, most of the time he filmed this brutal gang bang. Apparently, I fell for the professional studio spiel. I’m sure I am not the only one to be duped. At least he did pay me. But he didn’t pay me what we agreed on. He told me to be lucky that he let me live.
I went through all that for enough money to get a few days’ worth of Coke. Well, I try to see the silver lining in this sort of shit. So at least I could score some coke. At least enough to carry me through a few more days until I put myself back out there for random strangers to use and abuse for coke money.
Being an ass rape porn star on Mother’s Day was not on my bingo card. My family planned a very nice day for me. And for the most part, I did enjoy the day. We went to my favorite restaurant for brunch and then to a movie. And we came home and I fucked my boys. Perfect day. Until I realized I used more cocaine than I thought, and I appeared almost out.
So, I waited until my husband went to bed, and I snuck out to see the drug dealer who usually helps me out without violating any of my holes. However, he felt a mixture of love and rage for his mother. According to him, she’s cock teased him most of his life. She’s never fucked him or even let him touch a boob, but she walks around naked and leaves the door open while she masturbates.
No wonder he harbors rape phone sex fantasies for his mother. He told me he would double the usual amount of cocaine he gives me if I just let him work out his mommy issues on my ass. And I figured what the hell. I needed the cocaine and my ass experiences far worse than what this guy can give me. Well, I underestimated the power of rage. I underestimated what decades of cock teasing can do to a man.
He tossed me down on the bed, tied my hands behind my back, and put a spreader bar between my legs, so I would never close them. And then he just rammed his cock raw in my ass. Big thick cock without any lubrication bounced in and out of my ass with force. Even though I consider myself a hardcore anal whore, I still prefer lubrication. I think anyone wants lubrication for their fuck holes. Ouch. This hurt.
He really did feel some rage for his mother because he’s never fucked me like that before. In fact, he started choking me too, and of course he called me mother as he violated my holes. But I knew it would be over soon. And I told myself this is just a onetime thing. His mother cock teasing him worked him up. And he just couldn’t take it anymore. I told myself I needed to just let him ravage my asshole to get it out of his system. Plus, I told myself he would remember this kindness and take care of me.
Finally, he nutted and as promised, he gave me two big bags of cocaine. He prolapsed my asshole further, and he left ligature marks around my throat. However, for that amount of cocaine he gave me, I will be his taboo phone whore any day.
I often dread torture phone sex. Some of my callers possess sick minds. But then so do most men I meet. And I thought Derek might be different, but I should know better by now. He invited me to his place to party after the bar closed on Saturday night. I went to a more upscale bar this time because a friend of mine told me a lot of those young businessmen like to party and enjoy the company of a mature sexy woman.
Derek and I hit it off at the bar. He bought me fruity drinks all night and shared his cocaine at his private table too. He seemed generous with his money. And I thought going back to his place seemed safe. But he likely just put on an act to make me feel secure. Because when we got back to his place, it looked like some torture sex facility.
I saw sex swings and every BDSM equipment available. And this stuff decorated his penthouse suite. He did not feel ashamed for his kink. All his BDSM equipment seemed on display for the average person. And he promised me a big bag of cocaine if I let him use his new sex machine on me. He wanted to try it out on someone. He opened a closet and I saw the bricks of cocaine. Perhaps I came over to Pablo Escobar’s house.
Honestly, I would have agreed to anything. I wanted my hands on his cocaine. And I told him I’d do anything he wanted if I could just have a brick. Perhaps, that serves as mistake number one. Never tell a stranger; never tell anybody, you’re willing to do anything for something. It shows desperateness and it makes you much more vulnerable to exploitation. Derek put me on his bed and introduced me to Lucy. This guy named his sex machine after his ex-wife.
But he didn’t start me off gradually. Well, in his mind he did because he made me suck it before I fucked it. Well, I didn’t fuck that machine. That machine fucked me. It went so fast in my mouth that I thought it might literally put a hole in the back of my head. And it almost did. I could taste the rubber and the smoke. Derek turned that machine up to its highest speed. And just when I thought that sex machine could not fuck me any harder, he made me bend over on the bed so it could fuck my pussy and ass.
Thinking about that brick of cocaine got me through it. And the fact that I’ve done far worse and endured more pain and suffering in the past for less cocaine than a brick. This will give me a few months’ worth of cocaine and give my holes a chance to heal. At one point, that machine fucked me so hard I thought it might create another hole. This could’ve been snuff sex with anybody else. But for Derek, this served as entertainment. He got off watching his sex toy machine levitate this redheaded MILF off his bed.
I survived the night. But I do have skid marks on the inside of my pussy and ass. And I can still taste rubber in my mouth. However, he rewarded me with a brick of good shit to make me forget it all.
Sometimes, I do not mind being a gangbang rape porn star. I’m a kinky slut and a submissive whore. So, I never mind more than one cock in a hole at a time or serving as a gangbang whore. However, last night, I did not enjoy it. Perhaps because my ass and pussy still hurt from my son ‘s recent visit. Or maybe these animals just went too rough on me. Likely a mixture of both.
I did not go out to score drugs or get into any trouble. But trouble always finds me. I went to this dive bar to meet a friend of mine, but she stood me up. She texted me an apology, and that she contracted the flu. So, I sat at the bar drinking boxed wine when a few men approached me to play pool. I’m a pool shark. Most men never guess that I’m good at the game. But I’m quite a pool player. And I thought for once I could just hang out with men instead of being their ass rape porn doll. Foolish of me.
However, they did not like being shown up by a girl. I took all their money and apparently their dignity too when I beat them all. They saw me as a mark, I guess. Figured I would suck at the game, and they could feel like big men taking all my money.
I got a little too cocky and one of them slapped me hard. That’s when I knew trouble would ensue. I just never know when to shut my fucking mouth. But they shut it for me. One guy grabbed a pool ball and tried to shove it in my mouth. And he ended up cracking two of my teeth.
Next thing I knew they bent me over the pool table, ripped my clothes off and savagely started fucking me. This was not for pay. And this was not for cocaine. A bunch of sore loser men couldn’t handle a girl beating them. So, they violated me to put me in my place. They grabbed my hair and choked me. A few of them dick slapped me and spit on me. And they all pissed on me. Plus, they all took turns fucking my ass. They even made fun of my prolapse.
I blame this one on my girlfriend who stood me up. The only reason I went to that bar was to meet her. But like I said, trouble follows me. Men enjoy exploring their rape phone sex fantasies with this redheaded MILF. No matter where I go, trouble follows.
Anytime my oldest boy texts me, I know I’m going to be his ass rape porn star. He live streams our abuse sessions. But I don’t mind helping him out because he helps me out by giving me the best cocaine. My boy can get that pink cocaine. And a little goes a long way. He always jokes that I am on the cocaine diet. I’m just an old skinny Barbie doll on a Popsicle stick. Two big tits and a very skinny body.
I always wear a very short skirt so that my meat curtains hang down. Because of all these live streams, my pussy lips have been overused and abused for decades. This time I remembered to take my teeth out, but it didn’t do much good. He still enjoyed punching me in the face. He forced my head into the bowl of cocaine he brought while calling me a dumb old fucktard.
While my face snorted premium pink cocaine, he made me push out my prolapse, which doubles as his cock sleeve. To him I’m nothing more than a cash cow, a cum dumpster, and a cock sleeve. He shoved his fist up my ass to pull out my shit pipe. I kept snorting the cocaine because I knew I needed to be extremely high not to feel his level of pain. He does like to beat his mommy beautiful.
He attached a zip tie to my ass to keep it on the outside, and then he started to fuck me. Pounded my prolapse so hard that I collapsed on the ground. Since my tits look like balloons, they kept me from completely being flush with the floor.
He started to light me up better than the Fourth of July as he fucked my prolapsed ass. He loves to turn me black and blue, and red and purple too. Without that cocaine, no way could I survive any of this. If I had no cocaine, I’d be begging him to make a snuff porn with me and put me out of my misery.
And I needed to snort a lot of cocaine to not feel what my son did to me. I made the mistake of telling him my face felt numb, so he punched me in the face so hard that I fell backwards into the coffee table. As I struggled to get back up, my son came over, picked me up by the prolapse and threw me across the room. And I landed with a thud. My son joked that he made his mommy fly. At this point, I could taste blood.
He walked over to where I landed calmly and started kicking me in the face. And he made me ram my face into his fist. He punched my fun bags and then he wanted to fuck my ass pipe some more. I could feel some of the pain. So, at least he let me bury my face in the bowl of cocaine again. And once I felt sufficiently numb, he started boxing my tits like Mike Tyson in the gym.
My boy loves to punch my fun bags. Every time one of my tits pops, he takes me to a surgeon who fixes my broken boob and makes me even bustier. Before long, I might not be able to even stand up if my tits get any bigger. At one point he forced himself on my face. He sat down on my face, forcing me to lick his shit hole. And then he started pissing down my throat. But I drank it all. With my boy in these moods he gets, I’m damned if I do damned if I don’t. I’m getting beaten no matter what.
So, he decided to tie my tits up like torpedoes, making it easier to punch them. He slipped on some brass knuckles, and I won’t lie, I felt a pit in my stomach. He started punching my tits and my lips while wearing brass knuckles. Before long, my lips looked like I just got Botox. They looked like blow fish lips. I saw the plastic bag with cocaine in it, and I knew what came after punching the shit out of my boobs. He felt in the mood for suffocation phone sex. I watched him put some coke in the bag and then put it over my head.
He continued to punch the sides of my face, the back of my head, and my lower back while I struggled to breathe in a plastic bag filled with cocaine. So, I did what I do best, I snorted all the coke in that bag. Good thing too, because his entire arm went up my cunt until he looked elbow deep in my pussy.
As I started to run out of air, I pleaded with my boy to let me go. But he wanted to fuck my fourth hole first. He stretched my urethra out with his fat cock. He eventually took the bag off my head, and I gasped as I breathed in fresh air.
A few more punches to the face followed. By the time our live stream concluded, I couldn’t even see out my eyes. He punched them so hard they swelled shut. He decided for one last hurrah he would piss down my throat. By the time he concluded the live stream, I looked like a car crash victim. Managed to fuck all four of my holes while people watched from the comfort of their homes. Clearly they enjoy the show because they tipped nonstop.
Eventually, he shoved his cock snot down my throat. I couldn’t see his cock at that point, but I could feel it in my mouth. And I could feel how aroused he felt after beating mommy to a pulp. He came down my throat, and my battered face couldn’t see a thing. But how would I get home if I couldn’t see yet. My son really did a number on his mommy this time.
I worked with a female snuff porn director last night. That I think might have been a first. Most of the people in the seedy underworld of snuff films are men. Women usually serve as the stars of such films. However, they rarely exist behind the camera. So, when I heard she needed a mature woman for an underground film, I showed up for the audition. And I got the part.
She told me I looked perfect for the job too. This would be a mommy rape fantasy come to life on 8 mm film. My first mistake was assuming that with a female director this movie would not be violent. And my second mistake was agreeing to the gangbang rape porn aspect of the movie. I thought just a bunch of teen boys would fuck my pussy and ass. And I’ve experienced that many times in my life.
But only one of the costars for this gang bang movie walked on two legs. The rest looked like man’s best friend. Beasts from hell ravaged my fuck holes while my pretend son masturbated. Essentially this female snuff director takes boy fantasies and turns them into violent fantasies for other men to beat off watching.
So, this violent pretend son wanted to watch all the neighborhood furry beasts ravage his mother. Gang bang the fuck out of her. Keep her holes gaped open. And humiliated too. At one point, my costar smeared peanut butter all over my body to attract the beasts from hell. And for a moment, I thought they might rip me to shreds. One of them bit my tit. What did they do starve these creatures before forcing them on me?
But I’m not a fan of four-legged creatures. As pets yes but as lovers, no. They don’t do it for sexual pleasure. Instincts for breeding not pleasure. And their little dicks feel like they have shards of glass taped to them. They hook inside of your womb and tear it from the inside out. So, by the time this little snuff sex video concluded, I looked like raw hamburger meat. My ass and my pussy bled. I could barely walk. And to think I thought a female director might be gentler on my fuck holes. That couldn’t have been further from the truth.
Extreme domination phone sex live streams make my son money. Plus, it gives me the best pink cocaine. I understand the trade-off with my son. The best cocaine around in exchange for a few broken ribs and a violent makeover. I’m always game because my son brings me the best cocaine ever. And when he arrived yesterday, I showed off the fresh injections in my lips. My son likes me getting those injections because it turns my lips into cock pillows. My son seemed extra stressed, and I know that one of his stress release mechanisms is to beat mommy beautiful.
With my fun bags on display, he turned them into punching bags quickly. As I teetered on stiletto heels, looking like a pencil within inflatable tires, he started to beat me beautiful. Pushed my head in the bowl of cocaine while he punched me in my kidneys. He would hold my head in the coke, while punching the sides of my face at the same time.
He managed to punch my eyes, my cheeks and my lips too. When he let me up for air, my face looked Geisha white with pink tinge from the cocaine, and you could see the bruises already appearing. It gave me a sort of glam look. The live stream started the moment he arrived, and I could hear the tip chimes pouring in as he punched all around my body.
But I’m his ass rape porn star too. And no live stream would be complete without some abuse of my prolapsed asshole. He started punching my prolapse before he decided to string me up by it. He tied a string around my prolapsed asshole and spun me around like a lasso. When I landed on the ground with a thud, he spit in my face and punched my jaw a few times. Of course, I forgot to take my teeth out, so he helped me until they flew across the room.
I’ll do anything for my skinny powder. He kicked me, punched me and even spit in my face before he grabbed me by that prolapse and dragged me across the room. Chimes poured in. I knew he needed my ass pipe. So, he grabbed my prolapse, pulled it taught, and put a zip tie on it to turn it into his private cock sleeve. But instead of regular lube, he used icy hot as the lubrication for his new flesh light/ass sleeve. Ouch. The icy hot burned through my prolapsed asshole as he pounded my prolapsed ass.
He lit mommy up like the Fourth of July punching every ounce of my body while he mutilated my prolapse with his cock. When I collapsed onto the floor, he body slammed me. He takes full advantage of me. As he continued to beat me beautiful, he told me I seemed like a natural bottom bitch. But everybody knows that’s true. Cocaine makes me stupid and easy.
When I saw him pull out the plastic bag and fill it with some Coke, I knew he wanted suffocation phone sex. He loves to watch me try to snort all the cocaine in the bag while he fucks my prolapse and fists my cunt. If I pass out, he punches me awake and we do it again. This always makes the chimes pour in too. With a bag over my head, he punched my eyes until they swelled shut.
Then he used my prolapsed asshole as a handlebar and dragged me to the bathroom so he could drown me in dirty toilet water. He forced my head into the toilet and held it down while he fucked my prolapsed asshole. When he wanted to give me a breathing break, he would flush the toilet. And he periodically pissed in my mouth too. He turned me into his piss pig and kept trying to drown me in front of his life stream audience. And they appeared to eat it up based on the number of tips that poured in.
And for his final act of violence, he decided to fuck my piss hole. He loves to hammer my urethra. As he shoved his dick down the only tight hole I still possess, he let mommy up again. I felt some ribs cracking as he punched and fucked my pee hole. He loves giving mommy a violent makeover. According to him, it makes me look prettier. So, he just kept punching, fucking and drowning me in the dirty toilet water.
By the time our live stream concluded, I looked completely swollen with my skin already turning black and blue. He hate fucked mommy. Punched my face, my head, my kidneys. Pissed on me. Kicked me. Fucked all four holes violently. But I know my boy loves me. I’m his cash cow. I’m a guaranteed money maker for his live streaming audience. He left me with a nice big bowl of pink cocaine so I can lick my wounds until the next time he needs money, feels stressed or both.
