"Will you be at the dinner and dance?" I asked her."I'll be there with all nine of my girls; I never miss them," she said. "It gives me another chance...to mingle with potential buyers, pass out business cards, perhaps take some last minute orders for mailing. I usually have each of my slaves and myself seated at as many different tables as they have room for. Never miss an opportunity to mix business with pleasure, I always say." Perhaps you would like to be seated at my table. I'm sure they'll. "Uh... yep!"The door squeaks opens and Sarah quietly walks in. "Hey, umm, could I possibly get Steve's number from you?"Michael looks away for a second, and then back over to Sarah. "Yeah, it's right here." He grabs a little notepad off his desk, and hands it over to her. "Here." Thanks." Sarah starts to walk away, but then she stops and turns back around. "Is everything okay?"Michael stares blankly for a moment. "Yeah..." Riiight..." she says, not believing him. She then walks right over to. I pull out the dildo and head back to the passenger seat.I sit down and spread my legs wide, one on the dash the other on the open window of the door. I lick the head of the dildo before putting the head barely in my pussy. I like to be teased with just the head of a dick just barely going in and then coming back out. It drives me crazy, makes me beg for more.The more I tease my pussy, the hornier I'm getting. I begin to push the head in further, when I hear some voices coming from behind. I told her she was overworked and not getting the sleep she needed, and to be truthful, I was a little resentful because I was not getting what I needed.Jenny proceeded to argue with me, “But John, we need the money. You have the apartment to pay for, the food, my clothes, and all those other things I need. I know you are helping Ted out with some of his expenses, and I hate to think about your college expenses. That can’t be cheap.”That’s when I gave myself a mental kick in the butt. I was.