That’s it, Kathy, this is what they want to see. You know, it’s what has always got you attention. You can feel people’s eyes on them every time you enter a room, can’t you.
Staring at your tits. Talking to your chest. Half the time they forget to look at your face, don’t they? These are what you are. Big, fat udders.
Can you imagine the thoughts they have as they ogle you? They’re not thinking about your intelligence or achievements. They just want to jiggle and grope your tits like this.
Your udders are the only thing that matters. Give them what they want.
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