Tom was worried about my conditions for these interviews, and tried to weasel out of them. But he was having a very hard time forming a coherent argument while "my" hands were teasing him silly. But finally he said that he didn't like it, because he wasn't getting anything out of the time he would put into it.
"That's right, dear," I agreed, "But remember that this is your punishment for losing control with Silvie!"
Looking at me, he felt more and more anxious to cum, and "my" hands kept driving him crazy with lust. The sheer fabric of my lingerie was very enticing and he couldn't take his eyes off me.
Next time he was able to form a coherent sentence, he said that he didn't know enough about psychology to determine who the best candidates would be.