Beg Mr. Cleft for a different tool

Each time you tighten the tool your bare ass collides with the hard lump of Mr. Cleft's erection. You grunt cutely each time you feel that lump press between your cheeks. His grip on your waist is tightening. You can even feel a little wetness against your skin as his excitement soaks through his tighty-whiteys.

"I don't think this is working," you say, still trying to tighten with the tool. "Maybe if you got out another tool."

You press back against him with your butt, wiggling it from side to side with his underwear-encased boner nestled against your ass.

"As much as I tug," you say and punctuate key words with another grunt and thrust backwards, "it just seems to be getting...wetter...and wetter."

Bent over at the waist, you look back over your ass at the muscular Mr. Cleft.

"You've got to have a tool that can help!" You give him a begging look and wiggle your ass again. "Please, Mr. Cleft? It's sooooo wet."

You watch Mr. Cleft's chest heaving up and down with his excited breathing. It's obvious his resistance is crumbling. You bite your lower lip and look at him over your arched back and cute bubble butt.