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"Yes, Daddy," she whispers into her phone, the call on speaker as she leans back in her office chair, skirt hitched up, toy nestled between her legs. Her Dom listener guides her, his voice low and commanding. She obeys, fingers flying over her clit, the toy buried deep inside. She's a good girl, following his orders, her breath hitching as she edges closer to orgasm. "Don't you dare come without permission," he growls, and she whimpers, trying to hold back, her body trembling with the effort. The office is quiet, the clock ticking down to quitting time, and she's a naughty secretary, playing with herself, waiting for her Daddy's command.