This lesson is entitled, only for those of you who haven’t got a clue, “Who’s the caller?”

In case you haven’t figured out why, take a look at the little email I just found in my account. It was from a non-caller, somebody who’s never spent a dime on me, just FYI.

Not that it really makes any difference. I am the callee. You want to talk to me, you call ME.

Pretty simple. Not rocket science.

You send dumb emails out, and girls will put them in their blogs and poke fun at what an idiot you are. So don’t do it.

And dang it all, after he went to all that trouble, don’t you know I missed the deadline. I guess some other lucky girl will have to call him.

Just had a call from a caller with a yummy British accent. He wanted to be teased to the limit, to maximize his orgasmic experience. He was one suffering puppy when I finally let him cum. Men definitely need to have their members controlled.

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