If You Give A Mouse A Cookie...
I knew what I wanted as soon as I understood what you wanted, so when you called me up I went out with you. We took it slow, you and I, but after a few dates we ended up back at your apartment. I rolled my top down so you could see my breasts and gave you a long, slow handjob, teasing your little cock until it was ready to burst and then letting it go, working you up to that sweet edge again and again. And then, just when I'd promised to bring you off all the way, my phone rang, and I told you had to go deal with an "emergency" at work. You groaned as I slid your cock back into those cute little undies of yours, and asked you not to get yourself off until we had another opportunity to be together. Aroused, denied and loving it, you agreed.
That, of course, is where all your trouble began, isn't it?