Well, well, well, what do we have here? My very own tit-obsessed little worm, squirming in the palm of my hand. You thought you could just ogle my perfect breasts without consequence? Think again, loser. I've caught you, red-handed and dick in hand, drooling over my divine assets. But don't you worry your pathetic little head – I won't destroy your laughable excuse for a life just yet. I've got something far more entertaining in mind for you, my little money slave. I've got all the proof of your sordid, breast-worshipping debauchery. And guess what? I've got all your details too. Think about the sheer terror that's going to grip your worthless heart when your wife, your boss, and every person you care about finds out about your dirty little secret. But you can avoid all that, can't you? Just be my good little pay piggy. Do exactly as I say, and maybe, just maybe, I'll keep my lips sealed. Oh, and at the grand finale, when you're spurting like the disgusting fountain of shame you are, you're going to tribute me $200. Pay up, or your life as you know it is over. I'll have them all see you for the tit-jerking, money-burning degenerate you are.