It's been fun seeing both of you, but it's time for me to let one of you go. To decide who gets to keep seeing me, we're going to have a challenge. I'll give you both a handjob at the same time, and whoever lasts the longest stays and fucks me. Whoever loses has to watch the winner fuck me and then you have to leave. The longer the games goes on, you start to realize that I clearly have a preference for the other guy. I keep trying to make you cum while I make eyes at him. Can you persist anyway?

Your secretaries are plotting against you: If you're going to ruin their Valentine's Day, they're going to be sure yours is ruined too. You're on your way out the door but stop in to remind your secretaries that they can't leave until they finish those reports you've had them working on. They beg you not to make them stay late on Valentine's Day, and they show off the outfits they wore for their dates later tonight. Though you're going home to your wife, you can't help but be turned on by these two hot women. Olivia lifts her skirt & you can't believe she's not wearing any panties. You know you're supposed to be saving your cum for your wife, but you have no choice at this point: if they want to fuck, you're going to do it. Mallory & Olivia take turns giving you a blowjob & riding your cock, but they're just not impressed by your gifts to your wife & berate you as they use you. Olivia complains about how the roses don't smell good, and Mallory says your super cheap chocolates just wouldn't cut it if you were her husband. You're cocky & think you can have sex with these ladies then also pleasure your wife later, but Olivia knows you better than that. As they drain your cock of every last drop of cum, the gravity of the situation sinks in: You no longer have flowers, chocolates OR a hard cock to give your wife later. You're so screwed. (Ends with handjob cumshot)

Night time is my favorite time to spend with you because it's when your mind is most open to my influence. I like taking advantage of you when your subconscious mind is more susceptible to my words. You're weak. You just want to stare and me, and you can't resist me. You're weak puppet. The more you stare, the more you desire to submit to me. Soon you'll be resting and dreaming of me. Dreaming of being on your knees submitting to me. When you awaken you'll crave worshiping me even more. Though really, you'll never be fully awake again because your mind will always belong to me.