You think you're worthy of my attention, don't you, little one? Well, let me tell you something - you're not even worthy of the air I breathe. That pathetic little thing between your legs is an insult to the very concept of masculinity. And yet, you still dare to fantasize about pleasing me? Oh, the absurdity of it all. I'll play along, though. For my own amusement, I'll condescend to guide you through a humiliating JOI experience. You'll be begging for my mercy, and I'll be laughing all the way. Follow my instructions, little one. Stroke that tiny excuse for a penis, and pretend it's actually worthy of my gaze. I'll toy with you, making you believe you have a chance, only to crush your fragile ego with a single, withering glance. You're nothing but a joke, a plaything for me to manipulate and discard. So, go ahead, try to keep up. Try to make me proud (as if that's even possible). I'll be watching, waiting for you to fail, and revelling in your misery.