Meeting with the mayor

"Oh, I'm sorry, love. The mayor's in a meeting, and he won't be free for another few hours. But if you just sit tight, I'll let you know when he's ready," the receptionist said with an apologetic smile.

Chloe nodded, trying to hide her disappointment. She had been hoping to get this meeting done with as much gas in the tank as possible. "Alright, thank you. I'll just wait here then."

She settled into one of the plush chairs in the waiting area, crossing her legs and smoothing her skirt over her thighs. As the minutes ticked by, Chloe began to feel an increasing pressure in her bladder. She had been so focused on getting to her meeting on time that she hadn't stopped to use the restroom.

Finally, unable to wait any longer, Chloe stood and made her way to the ladies' room. She pushed open the door, only to stop short at the sight of a man standing at the sinks. He was middle-aged, with a scraggly beard and a **** look in his eyes.

"Please, miss, I need your help," he pleaded, his voice strained. "My penis, it's hurting so bad. I only came in here hoping to find a woman who could help me ejaculate. For my own sake, you understand."

Chloe blinked, taken aback by the strange request. But the man looked to be in genuine pain, and she found herself nodding. "Okay, um, what do you need me to do?"

He took his old penis out and she began stroking it gently, trying to provide some relief. But after a few minutes, it became clear that her hand alone wasn't going to be enough. He was only 40% chubbed.