Frustrate her

"You call that fingering? Use three fingers," said John.

"Um, OK." Florence plunged two more fingers into her wet pussy.

John knew Florence's arousal was growing and growing as was her frustration. "Andrea Riseborough will wear a sexy dress to my house tonight."

"Florence, I have to run."

"NOOO! I need your..."

"Did I ask a question, or give you permission to speak, slut?"

Florence swallowed hard and shook her head.

"Just for that, spend the next half hour fingering yourself here. If your pussy leaks on the floor, lick it up. Be at my house tonight at 7 pm, and remember, look like the cheapest, sluttiest, most worthless whore west of Reno."

John left, and Florence was in tears as she was so horny and could not get off.

John had Andrea arrive at 6:45.

John could not quite put his finger on why he found Andrea so sexy as she was tall, slender, and had very fair skin, but there was something about her.

He let her in and noticed she was smitten with him as she smiled and looked him in the eyes with her head slightly tilted. "I've been wanting to meet you."

"And I you. By the way, what do you think of Florence Pugh."

Andrea rolled her eyes. "To be honest, she's overrated."

John just smiled and showed Andrea to his living room. He got them each a glass of wine.