You’ve made it to Mimosa’s hotel room on time, but that’s not enough to redeem your sorry ass. Unlucky for you, your troubles have only just begun despite the smile on her face. You see, you’re about to get a taste of your own medicine, and it sure doesn’t taste good. The fact that you thought for one second that anyone would want to see your pathetic dick, that they would want a picture of it sent to them without warning, shows that your brain is even smaller than your cock. Mimosa is not having it. But not only that, she’s gone and figured out all the contact information of your coworkers, family, and friends.