We ate some excellent tacos from a food truck parked outside because the club only served drinks. No food service meant they could use smaller tables,...fewer service staff members and crowd in more people in the given space.I had heard that the shows were wild, spontaneous and sometimes embarrassing. First up was the cabaret performance with twelve sexy women in skimpy costumes parading and dancing to big band jazz music. I knew that some of the women in the group were actually men, but they. What is it called?The English translation is Flame Cake. The French call it Tarte Flambee and the German name is Flammekeuche.Wow, Dad! You make it sound so great. If it’s half as good as the Choucroute, I can hardly wait.We should be there for dinner. The village of Roeschwoog is a bit north of Strasbourg. We can visit the cathedral in Strasbourg and be in Roeschbourg just in time. It is right on the Rhine and is my favorite place for Tarte Flambee.This cathedral is amazing! Imagine the. I just have to do this to confirm it.??I know, Mistress.? The Mistress offered her hand to the driver, and Hershel kissed it. Hershel said, ?Call me on the cell when you are done.??Thank you, dearest Hershel.? The driver got in the car and pulled away; the Mistress walked up to the door. And that walk was thrilling for her; she felt like that nineteen year old little girl she was once that could not string two sentences together to ask a prominent Goddess to show her just a little of the life. “Mmmm, this tastes like pussy” she moaned. I told her that I had fucked my lady friend that morning and that was the taste. “I thought it tasted familiar”, she giggled in between bobs of her head. She had great technique and was very good. I told her that since I had fucked it may take a while for me too cum. She stood up and “Good, I haven’t been fucked by a big white cock in years” Down went her jean shorts and off came that tight top exposing a very tight little body. I reached down to her.