And he’s a damn good musician,” he went on. “Which is why I’m here. I want to hire him and his cohorts for a little idea I have, if they’re ...interested.” Isolde perked up. “What kind of job?” she asked. “Nope,” he said. “I’m only telling it once. Besides, if you’re leaving him it’s none of your business. Now if you were his manager, with a contract and all, it would be different. ‘Course then I’d have to tell him he’s a fool for falling in love with his manager, but I don’t suppose you are, so. Thursday morning, Crystal and I rode my motorcycle to Cowboy Stadium for a rehearsal and to familiarize us with the set and surroundings. She knew that a dry run for the set up crew had been scheduled for ten o'clock. Crystal and I seemed unusually bubbly and excited about the day, a point I chalked up to us being together again.Stadium security let us ride the Harley right into the arena, with the admonition to stay off the playing surface. I parked at the end of the tunnel just at the edge of. Of course, he was thrilled to do so!There was my wife, getting her tits felt up by a stranger in a public place, hoping no one we knew could see us. This was getting us all more than a little aroused, so I decided to move things along a bit more. While Greg had one hand on her left tit, I noticed his other hand on my wife's thigh. But her legs were clenched closed, so I said, "Open your legs a bit, slut!"That gave Greg some access, and I immediately put my hand on her other knee and pulled her. By their glances to Mr. and Mrs. Baldwin, they were still expecting this to be some sort of perverse joke on them. So, I needed to make it clear. “I am very submissive by my nature. I do what I am told as I am told to do it. I derive great pleasure in serving and pleasing them. I am also … a slut. I am their submissive slut. So, while I am responsible for the household and cooking, I am also completely available to them in any physical way that might satisfy any physical desire. While you are.