She pushed him between my knees and came and sat beside me, also opening her legs and lifting her dress to reveal her panty-less pussy. "Carry on, bit...hboy" She said to Chris, so he did.As we sat together, Mistress playing with her pussylips and clit, her hubby bitchboy Chris bobbing up and down on my by now large erection, it felt wonderful. I didn't know whether to look at him as I enjoyed his wet mouth lips and tongue on my sissycock or Her as she rubbed ever harder at her clit, starting to. I had the feeling, I don't know where it came from, that things weren't so fine at all.Three weeks later he took me to a fancy party that his record label had. Rosalie did not come, so there I was, in a gown, with a ton of cleavage, walking around this party on Al's arm. There were a lot of men there, and a lot of women that didn't look like anybody's wife. Al was walking me all over, introducing me as his "friend" who "is an amazing singer" and "you've got to hear her", but he also had his arm. I was in awe. As I leaned back in the corner attempting to take it all in, a jovial black man came over to speak. He had a guitar around his neck. I suddenly realized it was Memphis Slim himself, the man who out T-Boned T-Bone Walker."You ain't from around here, is you?" He asked."No sir."I heard this before. He laughed as he went his way. He returned to his station in the recording studio and when it was his time he began to play. His notes from his fingers gave off such intensity that my skin. Tell me what you need, and I'll tell you if we can do it."I wasn't really that surprised, not after meeting her, observing and talking with her for the last fifteen minutes. She had an attitude that screamed out that she was a strong, high powered, executive. She had been comfortable taking charge of our meeting. I remembered what my father had told me about listening and not committing to anything. He had been serious when he said it, and I knew this had been another test for me. The deal.