I’ve signed you up to be my boyfriend’s new laundry boy, and you don’t get a say in it. But you don’t mind, do you, bestie? That way you can creep around his underwear like the cock-obsessed perv you are. There’s only one catch: I want to use your obsession against you. When you get into his laundry room, take the stinkiest worn pair of his boxers and jerk off into them. Yep, I’ll let you cum. But then you have to take a picture and send it to me. At any time, I could show him, and we both know he’d beat your ass. But that only turns me on, bestie…