When you think of Bossy Delilah you immediately think of a woman whose ass might have challenged F. Scott Fitzgerald a paragraph or a page to describe it. Sodomites and pump jockeys will come from near and far with the hopes of gazing upon such a magnificent rump, and, in the process perhaps wrapping their hands around those strong upper limbs like a $3.99 breakfast burrito. Only Delilah ain't crazy enough just to give it away like some cheap freak show. This woman must be paid homage to and pleased. And then she might have your cock behaving like a marionette while, the same time, she's cramming her lovely foot up your ass. Better yet, Delilah will torment your anus with plastic love. You might even shit your bed. And no writer can successfully detail that anxiety.