"Y...yes Mistress."<br/><br/>Work was not his preferred role in the company. He delighted in the occasional day when she would tuck him under her desk, leaving him to kneel there for the day, his tongue idly occupied while she worked. But Mistress had told them to go, and despite his discomfort he heads to the small station reserved for them, blushing with embarrassment as the naked slave begins quietly fielding phone calls.