I don’t care what it takes to make Me more money. Real love means real sacrifices, like divorcing your ugly cockroach of a wife. In fact, I generously give you a laundry list of ways to make more money for My big greedy tits. I give you a new grocery list to shop from every time you need to go shopping for food so that you can focus on giving Me more. Your main priority is Princess Ivy Grey. I cut you off from your friends and acquaintances so that you can focus on being a better cash dispenser. You mindlessly obey everything I say and feel hungry for more direction. I feed into your urges to sell all of your valuables, cars, properties, game consoles, and homes. You pawn everything away and send Me the profit because Princess said so. Stupid cash pigs like you can’t handle being treated like a human, you need to be constantly suffering for hot rich alphas like Me. The next time you need to buy a pair of jeans or pants furnish some instead from a plastic trash bag. I laugh at you for being so pathetic while making you shake and drool over My pantyhose clad ass. Your dignity, freedom and masculinity make no match for My perfect face and My cock stiffening curves.