She seemed to have enjoyed making me climax with the electric massager the other day, so much so that she jokingly suggests doing it again at a cafe. Completely unconcerned about others around, she takes off my shoes and starts applying strong vibrations. After making me climax at the cafe, she promises to make me feel even better at home, and I follow her back. The moment we arrive, she pins me against the wall and immediately resumes the electric massage on my knees. I had planned to change into loungewear and relax, but every time she asks if I'd prefer the massager over watching a movie, she turns it back on. She clearly wants me to beg her to let me climax with the electric massager, stopping just before I reach the edge and repeatedly denying me release. In the end, I'm forced to plead, "Please let me climax with the electric massager."