This was a custom request by a real freak. The perimeters below were defined by him and to be done in my style. It was easy because hes such a LOSER. Theme: Humiliation / Worn panty sniffing and thong panty liner fetish (everyday wear) / pussy obsession fetish / shame / verbal degradation. The clip should be a degrading comparison between my life, and the life of a woman who I am obsessed with. 14 years ago I had an english teacher at a public school in England called Miss Emma, She is extremely confident and empowered as a woman. She has since left the teaching profession. Now 28, I'm livi...

This was a custom request by a real freak. The perimeters below were defined by him and to be done in my style. It was easy because hes such a LOSER. Theme: Humiliation / Worn panty sniffing and thong panty liner fetish (everyday wear) / pussy obsession fetish / shame / verbal degradation. The clip should be a degrading comparison between my life, and the life of a woman who I am obsessed with. 14 years ago I had an english teacher at a public school in England called Miss Emma, She is extremely confident and empowered as a woman. She has since left the teaching profession. Now 28, I'm living in a two-bedroom flat at home with my step-mother. I have no friends, no social life, no sex life, and no chance of ever having a girlfriend, I have become a loser, and regularly masturbate over Emma's picture on my computer screen. Her picture, the slighly arrogant, condescending smirk that she smiles with, is my entire sex life. The clip, which should be extremely detailed, and entitled, "Emma", needs to compare my sad, pathetic, pitiful life, alone with no friends, on my own on every Friday and saturday night, to the wonderful life that Emma must have as a successful, financially empowered 33-year-old young woman who has a wonderful social and sex life, superior, and a degree from cambridge. I want to FEEL deeply humiliated, not blackmailed, but degraded and to masterbate as you focus on how Emma's superior worn, smelly toe-cheese knickers that I can never bury my nose in the crotch of, or sniff the cotton trimming of her knickers, are so superior to me. I want you to tell me how pathetic my life is and what a loser I am for wanting to sniff the crotch of her dirty worn gusset, and collect her disposed-of worn dirty panty liners out her bathroom or kitchen bin everyday, to treasure