I sit before you, watching you. My words working on your mind as your hand works your penis. I whisper to you everything I would do to you, I tell you how I will use you and you. Yet you cant resist stroking, as your fingers excite you more. Your penis stiff in your hand, dripping from all the excitement as a little word slips from your lips..."Please..." I keep you there hoping and praying that I will give in. Will your hunger to release be satisfied? Or will I leave you there on your knees with a throbbing cock in your hand?