Help.

"You poor, sweet girl." {if Formation = 3
}Tim's voice took on a fatherly tone in all the best ways. How does he doooo that.... {else
}Tim's voice was sweet, almost amused. {endif
}. "Do you need some help?"
"Yes{if Formation = 3
}, daddy...{else
}..." {endif
}she whined softly.
Through the phone, it sounded like Tim had stepped into a bathroom himself, perhaps for some privacy. She eagerly awaited his instructions.
"Alright, listen carefully and do what I tell you...."
As he instructed her, she rubbed her clit and fingered up inside her pussy exactly at the spots he described, in the way he instructed.
"This would be easier if you had a vibrator handy, but you can do it with your fingers... I believe in you."
"It...when I do it like this.... I feel like I have to pee, so I stop..." she sounded so helpless.
"You have to embrace that feeling, push through it..."
"O...okay...."

In less than a few minutes, Beth felt the urge, and as instructed, she pushed through it, masturbating furiously until a modest spurt of liquid showered her legs and the floor of the bathroom.
"OH! Oh my... that...."
"Did you squirt, my dear?"
"Yes... I {if Formation = 3
}made a mess, daddy..."
"That's okay, baby girl. It's natural." {else
}squirted, sir."
"Very good. I'm proud of you." {endif
}
"Th-thank you..."
"You can thank me more properly than that. Tonight?"
"I...." she shuddered at a second, smaller splash as she continued working her fingers. "I can't tonight..."
"Tomorrow."
Beth thought for a second. Brian's poker night at Mason's. Their best man, Mason, held a poker game on alternating Sundays. Brian would be gone from 5-9, easily. He never came home from a poker game earlier than that.
"I...I think I can...6?"
"I'll see you then..."
After they hung up, Tim texted Beth his home address, and she cleaned herself up. She composed herself as best she could before heading home, though it turned out to be unnecessary, as there was no one home. She checked her phone to discover a text from Brian. It seemed that Frank had called him to go over something, so he would meet her at the wedding planner's office. Typical. {if Arousal > 40
} She could use a good fuck right then despite her little phone call; it figured that she wouldn't get the opportunity to coerce Brian into a tumble. {endif
} She headed into the bathroom to shower. When she was finished, Beth dressed in khaki shorts that hugged her round ass and a modest crop top. If I'm working hard for this flat stomach, I'm going to flaunt it. She drove to the wedding planner's office.