We need to talk. I'm not satisfied and frankly, can you blame me? You're packing..absolutely nothing down there and I have had enough. I start by telling you, delicately, that things aren't quite working for me; then I get meaner. I tell you about a new purchase I've made: it's a special pink cage for your "dick". I then taunt you with the future conquests I am to obtain, while you, my cucked boyfriend, awaits further instruction.