It is My right, practically My obligation, to own and use inferior beings for My benefit, being German Control is my forte, being black pride and strength is in my nature. Listen carefully, I see straight through you, My red lips quick and My tongue sharp, like razors. You are incredibly lucky that I am here, and just a message away, allowing you to tell me about your little perversions, as you tremble, your mouth going dry, your heart pounding, trying so hard to convince Me that you might be useful to Me in some way, that I might let you serve Me... You'll beg Me to drain you. To squeeze you. Squeeze your weak will, your mind, your body, your balls, your wallet. Give up contro...