"Probably willing to do a lot more than dance, too. You're a real cunthound from the word go aren't you," she remarked as we began dancing."And you're...a jealous cockloving bitch too, aren't you," I replied rubbing my rising cock into her crotch. "With good reason, I might add," she said. "I see I'm going to have teach you a lesson to keep you straight tonight," she threatened as she led me off the dance floor and toward the rear exit door.We slipped out the rear door into the cool night air.. It does, briefly, as Mark pulls my breasts from my bra. My lips clench round his cock. I move my head. Mark pinches my aching nipples. I try to move my body, to move against the wand, but to no avail.But now I can tell, from the feel and the sound of Mark that he isn’t far away. His voice is sounds deep and feral. “Are you ready for cum, kinky Catherine Cocksucker?”“Mmm-hmmm.” I prepare for his seed to come gushing out into my mouth.But suddenly his cock isn’t in my mouth. Instead I feel. A Secret Service agent brought the four representatives. One was from India, one from China, one from Indonesia and the other from Belgium. India and China had been problems for the last twenty years; they were both in a desperate search for raw materials for their industries. I knew as soon as I saw them they were going to try to leverage their way into the agreement.The main table was full - the five countries had brought aides with them to help then digest the information. I had a small. I really thought I misdialed.”She sounded amused. “Scarred for life by Wilbur’s ... Well, you would’ve really had to misdial to get a Manhattan number.”“Yeah, well, right now it wouldn’t surprise me. It’s kind of crazy around here too.”“Good crazy?”“Getting things ready.”I caught Heather up on the concert preparations. In the telling of it, I realized we’d accomplished a lot so far, but also that there was so much yet to do.“So how’s the fiddle tune coming along?” she asked, somehow latching on.