Cindy gets to choose who has an orgasm.

Ashley reads the text: "I've changed my mind. Seeing as Cindy's being so nice I want to reward her. One of you can orgasm tonight. Cindy gets to choose. Once she makes a decision text me back and I'll tell you how. Oh, and 'neither' isn't an option."

Cindy's jaw drops. All she does is stare at her friend, completely aghast.

Ashley's face is pure frustration. Her hand continues to massage between her legs. She's obviously ****. "Cindy, you've already put yourself through so much for me, but..." She lets out a little gasp. "I'm so horny. I can't sleep when I'm like this." She breaks eye contact and looks at the message. "I can't believe I'm asking you this, but..." she shakes her head "but can I please have the orgasm? I'll do anything for you."

You were already frustratingly aroused, but seeing your daughter begging and, essentially, submitting to her friend, makes you unzip your pants. You stroke your cock as the video continues.

Cindy crosses her arms over her chest and her face flashes between arousal and anger. "I stripped for you. I watched lesbian erotica and masturbated next to you in front of your father." She spreads her legs wide and motions toward her wet vulva. "I let you go down on me. All to support you through this bullshit ****. And you have the nerve to beg for me to deny myself an orgasm. That's a little selfish."

Ashley lowers her head even more. "I'm sorry. You're...you're right...I'm so turned on I'm not thinking straight." She reaches out and touches Cindy's thigh. "But Cindy, I need it so bad. Please. I'll owe you so much."