No, he lets her anxiety simmer.

Frank drove the squirming girl to the mall, ignoring her pleas to be fucked, and enjoying her frustrated horniness and the feeling of control it gave him. When he dropped her off he gave her a peck on the cheek, deflecting her attempt to turn it into a hungry kiss and sent her away with a smile and reminder to come running when he called. She gave him a wounded but horny look and as he drove away he saw in the mirror standing and watching him until he was out of sight.

"That should make for an interesting conversation between those two sluts," he chuckled to himself, thinking of Evie and Lisa sharing stories. He wondered what purchase Evie would make and how abandoned she would be when he tried her again, grinning at his speculation.

He stopped at a bakery for coffee and a pastry and sat at a sidewalk table and people watched, as he thought about the day. Natalie had been tremendous fun, and he looked forward to another session with her as soon as possible. Evie had been fun too, but by comparison with Natalie was like shotgunning a beer compared to enjoying a well crafted cocktail.

He let his mind run over the women he'd fucked since he started using the ****, mentally rating them for skill, enthusiasm, excitement, beauty and intangibles. None of them were bad, but a few of them were very, very good.

And there were still more than a few to go, he chuckled to himself as he got up and stretched before getting in his SUV and driving home.