"I want you...": she whispered almost crying with excitement. The student pulled out a knife with the words "I want your huge ass, Mrs. Yusra" and sli...ing her leather skirt and throwing its remains to the sides to get to the prize. "How will I walk home?!" Mrs. Yusra whined, faking shock. "If we undressed the long way, we'd be here all night." The captain replied. "How does your ass get into anything?!" He grabbed her ass and with full force, he impaled her on his big cock; Mrs. Yusra let out a. They both thanked him but declined. Then he offered to let us drink free for the rest of the evening and keep 50% of the money they collected on stage. Before they could answer he told them if they took the stage together and performed well that he would let them keep 75% of their take. We had noticed that the dancers we had seen so far only stripped down to their g-string or thong so Becca told him it wouldn’t work because she wasn’t wearing any underwear. Babs piped up and said she wasn’t. "There, there. Don't cry, sweetie. It'shard to do, isn't it? To admit what you really want. To let yourselfgo; to accept what you are supposed to be. I understand. But I do loveyou. I love you, and I'll love you even more as you learn to acceptwhat you want, because it's what I want to. We'll both have what wewant and need. Just trust me and do what I tell you, okay?" "Okay," I replied, as my tears slowed."So you are a bit uncomfortable wearing just the wrap over your bra andpanties,. It's some kind of tradition in the Pennsylvania Dutch culture, or something. We all went inside the house then, and because there were parts of the roof open, they lit a fire in the glass-front wood-stove. This stove was in the corner of the living room, against the outside wall of the cabin, centrally located along that wall. The two sofas were at right angles to it, so that everyone was nice and warm. There were rocking chairs, and recliners facing the stove creating a "hypotenuse" of.