He wishes that she becomes a camgirl

Tom sat back in his chair, closing his eyes. He really needed to think about this. Somehow, he felt like he was about to cross a line, bringing her job into this. His cock twitched, it really liked that idea. No, shut up, you! he silently reprimanded his penis. He took a deep breath and let his body relax. Calm down...concentrate! he said to himself. It was difficult, to be honest, and he could feel the excitement bubbling in him like an angry tea kettle. The fact of it was, he was thinking with his dick and that didn't change no matter how much he lied to himself. All he wanted...all his wicked penis really wanted...was to push the lever to the maximum and watch her slowly turn into the skankiest nightwalking slut there is. But he just couldn't bring himself to do it. There were too many chances of things going wrong, of it getting way out of hand. But then again, he could wish it back, right? But why take the risk? What if the coin ran out of power and there was no second chance? No, maybe a more measured approach? A stripper?

Tom gripped the arms of his chair tightly and willed down his arousal. It just wouldn't do to make a decision in this state. He took another deep breath, trying to clear his head. No, he thought. Stripping had pretty much the same problems as being a hooker. It wasn't safe enough. But perhaps camming? Being a camgirl was safe, right? She could be as big a slut as he liked without actually coming in contact with a bunch of pervs. His dick jumped at the thought, coming in physical contact of a bunch of pervs was definitely a big part of his arousal but it was the perfect compromise. The idea of Sarah masturbating to an audience of lecherous strangers was so freaking hot.

Dreaming up that image in his head, he leaned back on his chair, his left hand gently stroking his engorged member. He didn't quite know when the coin got into his right hand, but he knew just what to do with it. Rubbing the coin in time with his dick, he made his wish.