She opened the book and started typing in her name and song numbers.I noticed the light on my table blinking as the drunken salaryman finished his son..., informing me that I was next. I walked up towards the stage; the DJ announced my name and the song I was about to sing (Neil Diamond's "Holly Holy" if you must know, it's my usual warm-up song) when I looked up at her looking at me. Luckily, I know the song well enough to finish it without breaking eye contact with this beautiful lady. As I. .My hand comes to rest against your panties. My fingers leisurely begin to knead them, your labia, your entrance, your clit... teasing, tantalising. Despite yourself, you’ve stopped struggling a long time ago. As the heat and throbbing rises in your pussy, you feel the wetness come. I am now spreading it all over the gusset of your panties. ?Are you going to keep being a good girl for me now?? I ask. You nod.With a deft motion your dress is up over your waist. The straps of your panties go. Some very naughty, even dared to rub my pussy lips through the thin fabric, which felt really good. I reached up and pulled my top off and all those guys cheered. In just seconds I have a lot of hands pinching my hard nipples. The next thing I knew, they were pulling my skirt down to my ankles. I was going to do anyway but they seemed to want to help me. Now I was totally nude except for my thong and heels. I told them all to sit down if they wanted dances and they obeyed me. I stood with my. She had on her most comfortable pair of walking shoes, the once black canvas had faded to more of a charcoal after years of being well used and well loved. Knee high socks, white with a cute pink stripe accenting the top of them. She loved the way her legs looked more athletic under the thin fabric, and the contrast from the stark white socks helped give her near alabaster skin the illusion of a tan. A cute pair of blue denim shorts with frayed edges sat precariously on her hips, only just.