Look at you, scrambling for coins like a beggar just to pay for the privilege of watching a real man do what you never could. Your wife has never known satisfaction with you, and honestly, it’s pathetic. Every night beside you, she’s been starved for pleasure, dreaming of what it feels like to be truly taken and worshipped. Your failure has made you useless for anything except your wallet. So yes, you’ll pay me, the man who actually satisfies her, because that’s all you’re good for now. You’ll put that money at my feet, kneeling like the good little cuckold you are, locked in chastity and encouraged to watch and learn from your betters. Your humiliation is the price of admission to witness what a real man can do with a woman, a spectacle you’re too inadequate to join. Isn’t that right?