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In the quiet of his room, he responds to her command, eager to please. His hand, a gentle yet firm substitute, begins its dance along his shaft. He closes his eyes, visualizing her, feeling her presence as if she were there. His strokes grow more intense, matching the tempo of his racing heart. The sound of his hand meeting his flesh is a rhythm, a melody only they understand. His breath hitches, pleasure coiling tight within him. With a final, shuddering thrust, he finds release, his body relaxing into the aftermath, sated and content, ready to serve again at her command.