You've been jerking all night, haven't you? Your brain is drained. Your cock isn't even hard anymore. Is it time to stop? You can't. You're too deep in the gooner zone to stop. You're right where I want you to be: on the palm of my hand. And I can crush you if you so much dare to show signs of disobedience. How do you feel knowing that I have complete control over you? Knowing that you are utterly powerless in front of me?