Starts dialing up his arousal

Valerie moves a couple sliders slowly up on her phone, and Rob's face starts to flush. Melanie glances over at him, and then giggles. "Our viewers at home can't see this, but Rob's pitching a massive tent in his pants right now. Wow! That's gotta be so hard it hurts," The sliders just keep moving higher and higher. A sheen of sweat appears on his face, and Valerie just smirks. "You know, if I keep pushing this up, he's eventually going to lose control and start masturbating. Unless he apologizes, of course."

Melanie just shakes her head. "No no! Don't let him off that easy. You heard what he said. I'm sure if he doesn't think with his cock, he'll be able to resist that temptation." Valerie giggles and nods, "That's a good point! Let's see if you were right, Rob." The male anchor shakes his head pleadingly. "N-no," he gasps, but it's too late. Valerie slides the bar up as high as it will go. Rob's trembling now. His hands are gripping the desk tightly, knuckles pale. It's no use though. Before long, Rob's hand slips under the desk, and there's a zipping sound as he fishes out his cock and and starts pumping away beneath the desk, squirming and moaning.

Valerie just tsks, and Melanie is beside herself, doubled over laughing as Rob makes a fool of himself, slack-jawed and gooning on TV. "If you're enjoying that, Melanie, I should show you some of the other features.