She toyed with her hair, pulling it back in a ponytail, then releasing it, letting it fall in loose waves to her shoulders, teasing it until her face ...as partially hidden behind golden tresses. She was pretty, something she was shyly proud of, and, when she wanted to be, sexy. Or at least she felt that way standing before her reflection, the twinkle of colored lights shining in the background. She watched, her breath quickening as the girl in the mirror reached for her tit and slowly tugged. In truth that should be any concubines first priority. I know we are told that taking care of our sponsors is important, but the truth is that we are off planet to reproduce and then teach the next generation of citizens. Sadly, I won't get to join in the baby boom. When I was young enough to have children, I was too devoted to money and the illusion of power, so I stayed a whore, and used chemicals to make sure that I never had a child. Now, its too late to have one of my own.Fortunately,. The next day, I headed out for work. I was about a half mile from home when I saw Dreamgirl walking on the side of the road. I thought it was odd that she was wearing exactly the same revealing clothing she had on the night before. She was not hitch hiking, but I made a quick loop, rolled down the passenger window and asked if she needed a ride.Clearly she didn't recognize me at first, but when I reminder her that I was a friend of her neighbor and had met her earlier, she seemed glad to get. As I said, it had been three months. During that time I hadn’t had an orgasm since the one in my office. Baxter’s sexual hold on me was gone. Jim never disappoints me. All I needed was his dick inside me and an injection of his sperm and all thoughts of Baxter were gone.The next morning I was dressed to the nines in my business suit, white blouse with no bra. silk stockings and my sling back, peep toe four inch heels.I texted him and asked him to meet me at the The Golden Spur so we could talk..