Jules blinks at her order, unsure just how he is supposed to do that.  He grits his teeth, hands rolling up into fists, and pushes, like when he has... problems going to the bathroom.  Concentrating on pushing, he tries his best to ignore her fingers as they tease and pinch and pull at his nipples.  Slowly, slowly, the plug inches out, then drops to the ground.<br/><br/>He sighs as that plug is gone, glad to have it gone.  Unfortunately, the plug is replaced by something else, something... warm... a finger?  As her hand pushes against his breast, he lifts himself up, until he is kneeling there, hands resting at his side for the moment.  His hands go to his cock, fingers wrapping about it, hands stroking from the head to the base, again and again.  Now this is an order he can like... if only her finger weren't buried in his ass.<br/><br/>But, such thoughts fade as he strokes himself, soon, his cock is throbbing.  And with a final stroke, he cums, his seed shooting out in spurt after spurt.