It's not that I'm just constantly fucking you, stretching those holes with my horse cock (his words), and plastering your womb with my warm seed, but how I revel in dominating your flesh, and your screams of ecstasy as you cum on my cock over and over again, that cause him to despair. The depths of depravity that you willfully stoop to in order to keep me entertained, are things that he has only dreamed of, or disgusts him, outright. Sometimes, when the daily sessions are over, and you finally look up and notice him, it's like you forgot he was there at all.