Once inside, the décor was a bizarre mix of California surf culture, Middle Eastern war zone, and Arabian Nights fantasy, complete with artfully pain...ed camel mannequins, a group of tables under silk tents, a bar in the center inside the shell of an M113 armored personnel carrier, and a waitstaff of lovely young women dressed in desert camouflage short-shorts and tight t-shirts. Surf boards, some of them with distinctly non-family-friendly paint-jobs and slogans, adorned the walls, and all the. Maybe we could fuck their brains out for once.”+++++That evening Mom invited Stella, Fern, and Bob to dinner. After we had eaten and the dishes were washed Mom made an announcement. “Stella, I invited you over so that our sons could fuck you. Get naked, bitch.”Trudy said, “Oh my God, Mom you have a sex slave too. How cool is that?”Mom shouted, “Stella, I gave you an order bitch, don’t make me punish you.”Stella started to cry as she undressed in front of us. She was totally humiliated and it. I'd watched a few videos online in the past couple of days of Strippers and had been mimicking their moves at home."Feel the beat of the music and slowly remove your clothes! Feel the mood as though you were stripping for your sexiest lover!"There was a chair in the middle of the stage, so holding the back of it I started to grind my hips to the pulsing beat of the music. Walking around the stage, one step at a time, I began to feel more comfortable. Bob was smiling at me as I began to unbutton. I reach one hand up to caress my nipple the other stretches down between my legs as I begin to lose myself in a sexual fantasy. Feeling a presence I turn my head and see you standing there. With a big smile you raise up a bottle of wine and two wine glasses. I push through the water to the edge of the tub where you are standing. “Looks like a very good year” I say as I blush and playfully bite my lower lip. “Pour us a glass and get in” I command. Like a performance, you open the bottle of.