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The view behind him changes as he moves through his office.Pretty soon, the walls turn to a gray tile with dark gray trim.He’s going to the attached bathroom.I grin, because maybe he’ll jerk off, too, and let me watch.

“Now,” he says, “show me your pretty little tits.”

Slowly, pretending reluctance, I lift up my shirt.My bra is made of light pink lace.Cheap, like all of my others, but it makes me feel good to have on sexy underthings.

“Fuck.Now shove the bra down.”

I do it, then circle one of my nipples with a finger.“Is this what you want, Daddy?It feels so wrong to do this…maybe I should get off the phone.”

“You should get off, all right,” he says, “but if you end this call, you’re in for the spanking of your life.”

Well, that doesn’t sound too bad to me, but I’d rather play with him.So I bite my lip and continue touching my breasts.

“Take off your pants now,” he says.“Show me your panties.”

I don’t protest, because I’m too into it now.I just do as he says, angling the phone so he can see my panty-covered mound.

“Are you wet?”he asks.

“That’s inappropriate,” I say.

“That wasn’t my question, little girl.”

“Yes, Daddy, I’m wet.”

“Put your hand in your panties and touch your pussy.Pretend it’s me.”

His breathing is audibly loud over the phone as I move my hand down to my panties and ease it behind the waistband.I run my fingers through my folds, imagining Kingston’s thick fingers doing the work instead, the way he’d shove one inside of me and fuck me that way for a moment before abruptly retreating to play with my clit.

Pretty soon, I’m gasping.The pleasure is building.

“Do you want to come, pretty girl?”he asks.

“Yes, Daddy.Please, Daddy.”

“You’ve been such a good girl.You can come.”

My orgasm is fast and electric, blazing through my body in a single pulse.I sag against my sofa.

“Was it good, baby?”he asks.

“So good, Daddy, I say, feeling half-drunk with the power of my orgasm.“What about you?It’s only fair I get to watch now.”

His voice is low and raspy.“How can I resist a request like that?”

He angles the phone down and starts unfastening his pants.I lick my lips, thrilled with this new development.I don’t think I’ve ever watched a guy jack off like this.Sure, I’ve seen Sebastian and King do it briefly in front of me, but over the phone?This is freaking hot.

“King?”a woman’s voice says in the background.“Where are you?I really need your help with this.”

Kingston’s hand freezes at his open zipper.

Who’s the woman?I don’t voice the question, but it pings around in my head.Is it the woman who came out of the building with him on Saturday after the bomb scare?

Stop this, I tell myself.

Kingston zips up his pants again, and stands.“Sorry, baby girl.I have to go.”

“No,” I say, trying not to whine but failing.