Just before Jerry stood up, she tapped his wrist. “Do it!”“What?”“You know - introduce me as, well, whatever. Tell them my name is Barbie, t...at ought to be a laugh!”“Are you serious? Once I do this, there’s no going back.”“Do it!” she repeated.Jerry simply shrugged in acknowledgement. He climbed off his barstool but didn’t move away from the bar. Raising an arm and waving at them, he called the three men over. Again, the two younger men led the way, with the older man falling behind. Barbara. I got him hard again by caressing his cock and telling him he could cum on my face! I never felt so slutty before. Unfortunately, he was taking longer and we ran out of time before I could get him off that fourth time. The afternoon had gone by so fast! I couldn’t get enough of him and when he asked if I could meet him early at the office Tuesday morning I said yes.I wasn’t thrilled by the idea of a secret tryst at the office. It made me feel like a whore. As that feeling marinated over the. Sometimes the tell tale tracks of tears cutacross her firm cheeks. Her plans dashed by herhusband’s drinking, or some manufactured excuse for himto slip away from her.On those blue Mondays she always needed a shoulder tocry on. I was happy to oblige. You see, usuallysecretaries have their inner circle of people that theycan confide in and usually they are other secretaries.People who can understand their lingo and experiences.It helps you get through the day.For Amy that circle did not. When the door was closed, she said, “That was a nice gesture. What do you think of our adventure so far?”“All the slaves could run off tomorrow with their gold collars and we would be just fine. It will bring out their true nature and character. Just like when I put your collar on and tug your leash it brings out your inner slut.”She growled at him and said, “I’m having fun so far but there is so much more to explore.”“We could be here for years and still have more to explore. It will be fun to.