Hey, you little bitch I own your little ass with my blackmail phone sex. The days of you sliding by are over, and I will drain and 
squeeze that credit card to the max. I have all the little info on you and intend to use and abuse it. I know where you work and live and that dirty panty secret that you so want to hide. Those white, pink outlined panties, you look like such a sissy. Let’s face I can make your life a fucking living hell. It’s no secret it turns you on knowing I have all this info all over you. The idea of me squeezing your little dick makes you so hard. Please, I hope you know that the only thing that will keep me from exposing you is cold hard cash.
These measly calls don’t stop me from calling your wife, Dianne. Yes, I know her name, and I got her cell one little glitch, and she has all those pictures of you in those panties. We won’t even talk about exploiting you on Twitter and tumblr. Think about all the comments I am going to get with my blackmail phone sex. If you are lucky, your work won’t find out, but I sure wouldn’t count on it. I might tag a few of your coworkers. I wonder what all the girls in the office would think if they only knew you had an oversized clit instead of a dick. You look ridiculous in those panties.
Blackmail phone sex
I’ve already shown them to everyone here, and they all agree I should wallet-rape your credit card for my pleasure. You are a fucking open wallet ready to be discarded and abused. The fact you are weak has nothing to do with it. Every minute I have you on the phone, I abuse your pathetic wallet. Every credit card drained your life destroyed. Who would want a broke-ass sissy boy? Don’t deny It. You are so hard right now, knowing in one little click, I can transform you from middle-class to street hooker. Maybe you should stop playing with yourself and give me a call. I want to remind you I own that little sissy ass.