No, she has to wait.

"If you cum without asking permission, he dies," the 'voice' says.
"What?!?"
"If you piss me off too much, he dies too. Got it?"
"...yes."

You see the strain on Lana's face as Cheryl works her pussy and tits over. She doesn't want to look weak...but it is too late for that.

A few moments later, it happens.

"May I please cum," Lana asks softly.
"No. Do it right and I *may* say 'yes.'"
"May I please cum...Master?"
"That's better. The answer is still 'no' though. Hold it."

If Cheryl was a true friend, she's try to let up a little in a subtle way that their tormentor wouldn't notice. She's not. She doesn't.

You watch the tough Agent strain and strain. You finally show mercy...in your own sort of way.

"Stop touching her now, Cheryl. Back up 2 feet as well."

She does what you order- always being pretty damn submissive!- and Lana looks in the direction of her tormentor (secretly you) angrily. She didn't get release.

"Just for the record- I never told her to suck on your tits. Now then- I want BOTH of you naked for me. Remove those panties- they're all wet anyhow."

She slides her panties off and kicks them away in your direction. Interesting.

"Good. Now, Ms. Kane, would you kindly rip your friends clothes off for me."
"With pleasure."

She takes a step or two over to Cheryl, who looks both nervous and excited. With her big (but totally female- honest!) hands, she grabs her friend's orange blouse and tears it right down the middle. She rips the rest of the garment off, tossing the scraps aside!

Next she grabs Cheryl's hair and makes her lean forward. Holding her down with one hand, she does her bra strap on the back with the other. She pulls her back up and tosses the bra off as well.

Keeping control, she bends her forward yet again and reaches for the zipper on the skirt. She takes Cheryl's right hand and moves it to her own hair, 'making' the Secretary tug on her own mane. With two free hands now, she tears the skirt in half and tosses it away as well.

No panties for Cheryl.

Lana resumes body control and stares in the direction of where their tormentor seems to be. Cheryl moans.

"I hope you don't make her punish me next," she says, licking her lips.