Over the weekend was a raping that consisted of increasing mails leading to a call a $50 a minute. That’s a regular faggot, entertaining as it cries out when calling, so hard it is unable to touch its cock for fear of exploding so quickly. Its’ desperation during rapings often results in Me shooting a monster load as I fuck him over.
But with the phone line still at $50 a minute, another faggot clicked the daily tribute, then emailed, begging to be fucked over. This is a new faggot to hard rapings, it often clicks some small mails and then writes in detailing fantasies and cravings, but runs as it gets close to losing control.
But the pressure grows over time for faggots. Seconds after I replied, the phone rang, and it alerted Me to the $50/minute rate. I answered.
The faggot was crying already, kept repeating “I can’t believe I’m doing this” as I explained that it was simply doing what came naturally to it a standard progression for a cashfaggot becoming its true self. It didn’t take long, the faggot lasted just 4 minutes at $50/minute, and exploded drained for $200.
The amount wasn’t high but it’s a first step. Right now, it is craving going higher, calling for longer, clicking hundreds more away leading up to, and during, the call. The thoughts of pushing higher are consuming him, and will do so until he gives in to the next step.
This is the life of a cashfaggot.
Take the plunge faggot.