Dr. Mindy Muffley, Hypno-Secretary, MD
He's coming around to the other side. He loves looking at these incredibly nice French panties he bought for me, and stroking mindlessly like one of my countless "Associates".
Sometimes I get him to watch VERRRRRY closely as I gently mist some perfume onto them, and then for the next hour or so, Leonard, I have my boss's dopey face between my legs, getting him all nice and—.....vulnerable——...open to suggestion, as my recently-manicured nails erogenously graze his scalp.
Did you hear that sigh he just made?
It was because I lifted this skimpy little skirt I'm wearing to afford him as full a view as I can of my ass and legs.
Speaking of stroking, Leonard, it sounds like you need more ky. Don't worry - I can hear that fist smacking wonderfully loud into those sore balls of yours, but you should know FULL WELL by now, Leonard, my expectations of ALWAYS requiring to hear that wet, squishy sound of a thoroughly well-oiled prick, "lubricated for maximal proficiency and performance, ram-rod-style".
This slip-up, as you ALSO know full well, carries the penalty of listening to me humping my five newest Associates, regardless of what time of night.
Of course, if I see that you hung up on any of these calls - regardless of being tired or orgasming - will result in my intense, wicked brands of blueballing denial that you'd rather not be subjected to.