After a few weeks of chatting, we were finally meeting Matt IRL. I was nervous and closed. I can remember only flashes of him from that first time we ...ook him home. The smell of his cock. His strong hands around my neck. His blue eyes looking down on me as I sucked on him. His gaze told me I wasn’t as much a women as I was a sex object. The look of pleasure on his face was a look of sternness. Ready to punish me for being a bad, bad girl. We met him in a dimly lit bar. I was wearing my most. We can play on it, and we can have fun, but we have to respect its power. That's why we insist on life jackets. Randy, do you remember Dawnwalker?" Of course, I remember it," he said. "But I can't play it here. Myleigh's not here with her harp, and that's a woman's song, anyway." Oh, all right, I'll sing it if you play it," Crystal said. "Folks, Myleigh was my roommate in college. That was a while ago -- she's got her Ph.D. now, and she's a college professor. Her hobby was playing the Celtic. I was absent mindedly replying to all her queries while my eyes started checking her out. Boobs, they sure were bigger than Amrita's, perfectly round and firm. Her husband no doubt was having one hell of a time. Legs, long and toned, perhaps fairer than most women on earth. I think she started feeling a bit uncomfortable with the skimpy shorts so she sat down on the floor and brought her suitcase in front of her, pretending to search for something.I was already having a faint hard-on gazing at. As I looked at thereflection of the trampy woman in the business suit I realised shelooked just like a caricature of the 'sexy secretaries' I had seenposing in porn magazines just before they stripped off their clothes,page by page.Now I knew why Eddie had called me his secretary! Oh my God! He had beenplanning this for weeks, having me help him pick out clothes, obviously getting his 'girls' to find out my sizes for clothes and shoes. And nowI had no choice but to be Eddie's 'sexy secretary'.