Finally, he is done. He folds over my head, and kisses the top of my head. “Thank you,” he whispers in my ear. “You are an incredible slut, and ... am so lucky to have you! Thank you for making my fantasy cum true.”I tighten my mouth around his cock and swallow to let him feel my appreciation, but also to emphasize my own degradation and readiness to submit, to be his willing – and loving – slave. His slut.Applause breaks out, and the audience cheers. I have fulfilled my promise, and am willing. The first thing I noticed when I woke up was that I was naked. Usually I wore a nightie and panties to bed, but last night I fell asleep masturbating. Plus, I had the best dreams, so I'd probably done it in my sleep as well.When I looked at the clock I saw that I'd over slept. Quickly I threw on a bra and panties, jeans and a t-shirt. Mommy had already left for work. Heading out the door I realized that I hadn't made any lunch or even eaten breakfast; I thought about going back but I remembered. One night as we were sitting around the hotel lobby drinking some beer, I mentioned that we both were lucky in that we had very understanding wives.Jim took in a deep breath and then forcefully exhaled.“Yes, we do,” he said as he took a sip from his beer.I sensed some anxiety in his answer as he dragged out his 'yes'.“You and your wife should drop by one day,” he mused.I was hesitant, because I knew Jim very well. There probably wasn’t a woman safe within one hundred miles of him if he had his. "What's the range between good enough and the best I could get?" I countered. He told me and I gulped. High end was more than I'd paid for the Wrangler! In my mind I glanced again at the financial statements Darius Booker had shown me. Money was really not a problem, but I was spending money like it grew on trees and I didn't know if I could afford to keep up the pace. I'd know more after I talked to the investment guys later in the week. Billy grinned at my gulp and the following silence,.