Ruling #3.

“This court has considered your plea,” Ashley answers in a playful voice, “and it will show some compassion. You are guilty and you still have to masturbate, but I will turn off the camera.” Ashley presses the pause button on the remote.

“Thanks.” You mutter.

“Well?” Ashley prods you to begin.

Ruling your eyes, but keeping your word, you grab your penis and being too slowly stroke it.

Ashley gets up from the couch and moves behind the tripod. She tills the camera towards you face and zooms in. After a few seconds she slowly pans the lens down your body until the groin level and then zooms in even further. After a few seconds of that close up she pans the lens back to its original wide angle placement.

Standing in front of you, Ashley crosses her arms and strikes a victorious pose. Her eyes gleam with satisfaction at your compromised situation. “That’s it little man, put on a show for me.”

You vainly hope that you will have the willpower to control yourself and deny Ashley the outcome she desires. Your sexual stamina has always been quite strong in the past. Tonight, however, your body betrays you.

It has only been a few minutes and you feel that primal rush begin. You grunt disapprovingly and try to pace yourself.

“Faster,” Ashley commands.

You comply and quicken your hand’s back and forth sliding over your manhood. Closing your eyes you try to center yourself using your willpower to accomplish the opposite goaled your hand is working on. In your mind’s eye, however, all you can see is that arrogant smirk and that killer body.

“Harder.” You hear.

Clamping down tight with your hand, you begin to **** yourself with strong pulls. You give out faint grunts and realize will be no way of avoiding a shameful outcome. Your only hope now for any semblance of honor is to see how long you can last to prove you stamina.

“Use both hands.”

Grabbing your penis like a baseball bat you yank as hard as you can. Your left hand hitting against your groin makes a rhythmic slapping sound as you loudly moan, all to Ashley’s great amusement.

“Getting close are we?” Ashley taunts, “That didn’t take long.”

“I am going to need some paper towel,” you ask, knowing there is only one possible outcome now.

“Pfft.” Ashley snickers, “I don’t think so.”

“Aaaahhhh!” You yell out as a powerful orgasm rips through your body. As you continue to pump away on your defeated penis, jets of your cum spray forth all over the floor and your hand. A few squirts even hit the bottom of Ashley’s pants.

Unfazed, she grins as she gazes at her triumphant. “That was quite a show. The quality of stamina was lacking, but there certainly was quantity of out cum.” She laughs.

Panting for air, you bend over and grab hold of your thighs, trying you to catch your breath. “Fuck”, you swear, realizing that the most intense orgasm of your life is now not having sex with an ex-girlfriend, but being **** to masturbate in front of Ms. Ashley Caryn.

Clap, clap, clap. Ashley sarcastically applauds. “You can have a few minutes to recover, than we need to move on to your next task.” With that Ashley turns the camera back on.