The Woodstock festival attracts its fair share of free-thinking individuals, but I never thought I’d be toying with the idea of claiming my own boss during the weekend there!

When we’re forced to share a tent at close quarters things take a turn for the naughty. It can get kind of cold at night so my boss and I get a little closer for warmth and that’s when I feel it in his pants, just for me. Let’s give in to our urges, Joshua! Take me while the revelers stumble around our tent!