Slave Husbands Don't Get Any

Before I go off on this Tinder date, do you want to talk about it? I look hot, right? I'm wearing the Bebe dress you bought me, the Guiseppe heels you bought me, the Dior lip gloss you bought me, the Agent Provocateur lingerie you bought me. I'm not going to show you the lingerie though, that's none of your business. Slave husbands don't get to see my perfect body, I don't want you touching me either. When I take this stud home tonight you can press your ear to my bedroom door and count every single orgasm I have. Report back to me in the morning. Do you feel like a used up piece of trash? lol