Effectively telling me I could have my own penis, and fuck his ass with it. With my mouth flapping like a fish gasping for water, I hugged myself and ...urned to the window, away from him. Wrapping his arms around me from behind, he hugged me tight and whispered in my ear that I was plenty for him and that I was all he wanted right now. But the memory of what he said stayed with me. I couldn’t sleep from thinking about it. When we had sex, I came hard thinking about it. Finally, I admitted that. It involves a fair amount of travel, which I actually mostly enjoy, and I was called to a client, one of our most important ones, to visit their headquarters and research and development division just outside Chicago.It was a project that we were just beginning so it involved a number of meetings with department and division managers and their key people.To schedule these meetings and arrange the many details involved in running them, I was working with the division manager's secretary,. I immediately got into the begging mode and started to reason with her knowing full well that I cannot get my way.I finally gave in and told her "ok, I will do anything to keep you happy". As soon as I finished talking she removed her shirt and there she was in front me, naked as can be and my senses went into overdrive. I felt so alive, I heard my own breathing, my mouth water started to run and I saw only pleasure in front me. She walked over to me and took my hands and we went upstairs.. He wasn’t plain stupid though, as evidenced by the fact that he hadn’t yet divulged his real name outright to anyone.Our real names, the ones which we were born with and not the ones we had chosen for ourselves in this system, were downright sacred. I didn’t yet know the repercussions of someone’s real name falling into another person’s hand but it wouldn’t be pleasant. That was one of the cardinal rules the system had hammered into us right at the beginning. How this system would work for.