"Can you just masturbate for me anyway?" she says, pulling her corset down to reveal her tits. "I'd like to think that I mean at least as much to you as Sandy does."
You don't want to argue the point, so you start stroking your cock. You quickly get close to the edge. A very strong feeling of need and frustration returns.
"Now," she says, "there is something you could do for me, but we're not married, so I really couldn't ask you to do that..."
What?