Imagine, you, a well mannered, self proclaimed, female. Beauty has not been passed down through genes alone, but through your own effort. You’ve risen through the social boundaries of gender inequality through your own intellect and initiation. As you pass through the mansion of malicious multimillionaires, you spot a man. Oh no, but not just any man, a real man. A man who’s able to be called father, lord, or student, with pride. Little did your innocent hearted self know, this man was also the owner of this mansion. Months pass by, and when you spot this man in any sense, your heart begins to waver, and your body goes into the heat only a woman would know. He never needed to ask. After time has been spent to build up a formal and intimate relationship, he finally takes you to his room at a time when meant only for the most precious of moments. With patience you both strip off your garments, leaving both of yourselves open and exposed to each other. But you know, as they say, a woman on the streets and a freak in the sheets. Never thinking to reduce yourself down to such a beast like level, your impulses can’t take it anymore. An intimate touch with your lips traces all the way down his strong, tone body. The only thing on your mind is him, and as innocent as you are, you aren’t oblivious. Your mouth gags on his enormous member. A sweet and salty taste is engrained onto your tongue. But then, a shock spikes your mind. Was he so pleasured that he busted like a 4-wheeled dog in your mouth? No. His penis just slammed to the top of your chin. So what does this mean? What have you been sucking on this entire time? His fucking bellybutton. His colossal, throbbing, pulsating, sweaty outtie just went 9 inches down your sweet, virgin throat. So much for being a woman now huh. Now your just a bellybutton guzzling man slave for the rest of eternity.