It's comical isn't it? That your curiosity peaks at such a title that now it's got your eyes glued to this screen reading this description like "ooo, ahhh, what's what's next". Just like a dog being led to it's meal from six houses down the street - you can smell the path to submission from a mile away. you need it. you crave it. you crawl to it. How is it that I've given you a vague title .. so obtuse, so obscure .. yet you find the need to purchase and grovel in the unknown. Unmarked territory. There's something wildly comforting in the unknown - a place where there are potential new opportunities for you to define yourself and your sexuality. All it takes is a new pair of tits, ass cheeks and feet - the rest of recipe concocted by Me will be sure to fuck you over completely. I don't blame you. I am undeniably erotic and I linger in your thoughts throughout the day, so of course it would lead you here. Don't forget: "Curiosiry ki ll ed the cat" ;)