You swore, that you wouldn't fall into my trap anymore, that you would stay away. You are pathetic to the core, your dicklet twitching and aching, when i am on your mind. A split second enough to reactive the pathway in your mind, that i carved to control you. Too little control, too late. I'm in your mind, my voice so encouraging. You want to think about cocks again, you really do. You want to stroke to the thought of sucking a lot of cocks, no more thoughts of quitting that filthy habit, huh?