It seemed she was making a statement of her claim. I was her bitch, and she could do whatever she liked with me. If I ever had any doubt about that fa...t, now I knew it for sure.There were lots of whistling, salutes and adulation from my naughty audience and I was shocked to find myself enjoying all the attention so much I actually smiled and began to wave right back at them too. Looking in the rear view mirror I noticed that we had built up quite a heavy traffic spot around our car too.. Thanks for reading my other stuff. We were going to attend the mosh pit extravaganza concert in Detroit. Little did we know it would be a huge mistake attending the concert. Our lives would be changed forever. Let me describe myself. My name is Brittney. I exercise everyday and am about 52 and 100 pounds soaking wet with rocks in my pocket. My tanned legs and bumble bee bum make guys whistle and pay attention to me all the time. I have long blond curly hair past my waist and am completely. So we been many times. Since we went we got close n closer about our wives. Eventually I realised it turned me on him finding my wife fit and he realised it didn't bother me him saying dirty things about her. When he came to my house he started to flirt a bit with my wife and because she is a very warm person she kinds didn't mind but it grew into her eventually. When we had sex I joked to her while fucking about him fancying her. That joke grew more n more during sex until we got to a point. ” I felt that one in the pit of my stomach, or lower maybe. “Well, looks like you’re having a good night to me?” It felt like he was looking into my soul, “We’ll see as the night progresses.” Somehow it was suddenly after midnight and the band was now doing mostly slow tunes. But the bar had cleared out by now. I guess everyone made contact with each other or whatever. I’d been asked to dance many time during the night but I refused. I know Sam liked that I refused them all. I thought I out to.