I don’t know what we may have to cut and what is necessary to fight for.Putting on this show is significant enough that we need to invite the import...nt people from our town, the Mayor, maybe someone from our sister city Vincennes, France. Perhaps, there’s someone from the 1980 show in Paris, we could invite? Is anybody from that show still alive?I found myself walking towards administration.“Mr. Thomas ... Michael, have you been crying?” the wonderfully perceptive Miss Jepson asked.“Uhm Clara,. He invited me to his place. I hesitated. But I quickly gave in and followed him home.We got to his place and discovered his roommate home. So we joined him in the living room and watched tv for a bit to unwind from the long, wild night. We sat on the other couch. Steven got us a blanket to cuddle under. He began rubbing my arms, legs, and thighs. He made his way to my soaking wet pussy. He fingered me in front of his friend, which turned me on. I loved that thrill. The idea of being caught or. He didas he was told but didn't like it. When he was there the Far Easternmusic ended, the sissy dancer took a bow and got her ass slapped by thenearest patron, and then the bartender picked up a microphone. MissMissy appeared behind Carl and gave his upper arm a squeeze, telling himto 'Knock them dead'.From the speakers came the bartender's voice, saying, "Please welcome ournewest dancer, Cara, the little sailor girl who's always ready to bunk upwith the right seaman."There was a scattering. –all I got was a good beating. He was sober and he took me to his place. He wants me to obey, he wants me to call him master, and honestly; I want that too. In most of my fantasies and daydreams I long to please and obey. But in real life, as it turns out, I have a really hard time doing just that. He commands me to call him master. I don’t. He commands me to undress. I don’t. I don’t even know why, cause I really want to, guess I just want to see if I can gain some control. I.