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In the heart of bustling London, a group of office girls, bored with the mundane, start a secret wank club during lunch breaks. The British beauties, from the prim and proper secretary to the sultry sales rep, gather in the unused storage room, eyes locked on their smartphones, following the instructions of an unseen, authoritative voice. "Wank it now, boys," it commands, and they obey, their hands sliding into their pants, stroking their hardening cocks. The voice guides them, describing in vivid detail the images playing on their screens - images of the very women now following its orders. The girls, flushed and breathless, rub their thighs together, feeling the heat building between their legs as they watch their colleagues pleasure themselves, all under the watchful, unseen eye of the voice.