He called me for phone humiliation. He is a humiliation junkie. For good reason too. When he sent me his picture, I had didn’t know where to begin. He had the smallest dick I had ever seen. I mean my Pomeranian looks like he is hung like a horse in comparison. Ken dolls have bigger packages. This was a clit not a dick. A dick so small he can’t even see it. When he touches his nub, it disappears. He can hold his dick and balls in his hand and all you see is hand. He manscapes to make it look bigger, but there is no way to make an inch worm look bigger. After I got over the initial shock of just how small his loser clit stick was, I saw he was a big boy. Man boobs and all. Bigger boobs than my teen daughter. I showed her his picture last night and she was still laughing today when she left for school. She told me I needed hazard pay because somethings can’t be unseen. No doubt when he stands up, he would have to lift his big old belly to pee. He can’t jack off standing up. Not with that nub. No way he has been married or dated. And he can’t procreate with that small of a willy. Thank goodness too; the world doesn’t need any more small dick losers running around. The kicker is that he paid me for humiliation phone sex. It is what he wanted. That makes it even more pathetic. He paid a mistress to shame him for being a big old piggy with a shrimp dick. Easy money, but my daughter was correct. Some things you just can’t unsee. Let this picture be a warning ladies, check the package first. Not that this loser can get the ladies, but women need to know just how pathetic some men truly are.