Give her a show...

"Oh, I can take care of it all right," you say as you grip your cock and begin slowly stroking it in front of Debbie. Her eyes can't help but follow your hand as it makes its way up and down the length of you black cock. "Ingrid woke it up while she gave me a massage and, since I can't even get my pants all the way on when my cock is hard, she volunteered to help me get rid of it."

You see her lick her lips as she watches you but then she catches herself. "I'm sure she was just trying to help you with your... problem," Debbie said, "but it wasn't very appropriate."

"I know, and I'm sorry," you say, trying to act like you really are, "but my hands just get so tired from having to jerk off something this big." You point it towards her and bend it down as far as you can to display its size. "I usually try to find someone to help me with it."

Debbie nods her head as her tongue flicks out across her lips again.

"Since you're a therapist," you say with a grin, "do you think you could help me out with my muscle, Debbie?"