My wife glances down and smiles, knowing the same. “Welcome, Sir, and welcome home, Slave. The shower is at the end of the hall; please be quick.”...Sir nods, smirks, and grabs my wife's ass, heading to the shower. She gets weak at one knee and giggles like a school girl. I am looking down as is expected of a Slave. She circles behind me and whispers, "This is it, dear. What you want and I lust for. Never forget, I love you and you know the word, should it be needed. I know you showered, now go. I tried to reassure her that it wouldn't matter to Oliver. I wished I had just told her Stacy was terrible but I doubt she would have believed me anyways. She started crying and asked "what if I'm no good at it and he breaks up with me for someone better?" I told her if that happened then he's an asshole that didn't deserve her and I'd kick his ass. She stopped crying and forced a smile and said "thanks, it's nice to know that you care"I put my arm around her and she leaned her head on my. Once it was my turn onstage I did what I was instructed to do, which was walk, and do someturning, and acting cute (grins) so everyone could see me in my outfit.When I finished I gave a really nice curtsy and throw some kisses out tothe people.It was now time for the talent part. Each girl got up and did theirthing. Like I said there were six girls in the contest counting myself.As far as what talent the girls did, well two girls sang songs, one dida twilling baton, one did tap dancing to the. I stepped back and bent over her placing my hand on the desk beside the laptop. Purposely keeping my boner hidden in the folds of my pants."Ron would you rather get a chair, to sit beside me?" She looked up abruptly to purposely catch my gaze.Lori looked down from my face at her teasing persona and up again at the monitor. And back over to me. We reacted. Thinking something similar,sensible like: "She wasn't on the beach. Or in the bathtub. We were in her office..... with her practically just.