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The way he makes me feel is lavished. Talk about a high like no other. He has me laced in all the best, since I get off on using his cards like therapeutic toys. And it isn’t just that. We just mesh so well together. He will say something, and then I’ll finish his sentence. The way that I picture it should be. So I parade around in the extras, from head to toe. We’re talking the best of the best. Everything from hair pieces, down to the stiletto heels I’d never have been able to do afford if it wasn’t for him. This is my version of therapy.
There is a feeling that I get when I’m on my shopping sprees. As much as I enjoy them, the therapeutic side of it seems to take over. I literally grab whatever I want. My rule is there is no looking at price tags. Do I break the rules? Sometimes, but when that happens, the bigger the price tag, the more I get off. Swiping that card makes my pussy juicy. And he understands all of this because the look in his eyes says it all. He’s hypnotized by me. He could never say no.