She wants you to jack off.

"Jerk it," she commands.

For half an instant you're stunned, then your recent training kicks in. You grab your cock and stroke it furiously. Her lucsious legs are right in front of you, long and muscular, but still supple. You look up a little towards her crotch, tightly covered by the white leather of her costume. Memories of her delicious snatch make you jerk harder. You look up again, towards her perfect breasts and-

"Tell me your thoughts," commands your heroine.

"I'm thinking about your breasts."

"No!" She shouts. "I didn't say to give me a vauge description. Tell me all your thoughts. Say them out loud. I want to hear the filth that flows through your little brain."

You gulp, momentarily slowing down your stroke as you consider what will happen to you if she doesn't like what she hears. Could you give her a toned down version?