"Please," she said and turned to open the office door. To my amusement, I saw as she did so that one of the buttons that ran up the back of her skirt ...as not fastened, allowing a flash of white underclothing to be seen in the gap where her skirt stretched across her buttocks. I suspected that the disarray was the result of some fumbled exchange with Sir Bristow, abruptly ended when the pair had realised that the time of the meeting was upon them. My suspicions were reinforced by Sir Bristow's. Megan began to make the rounds of the patrons sitting at tables. I didn't understand what she was doing, but when she got to Heather and Julie I saw Julie nod and stand up. I watched as they disappeared behind a curtain.My attention was then snapped back to the dancer on my stage that had already dispatched with the other two guys at the rail. She was older than Megan, but not by much. Early twenties I'd estimate. She looked like she had a hard life. I felt sorry for her. She wasn't working too. Carmen just smiled up at me and then welcomed my cock with her warm mouth. I looked down and became even harder watching how Carmen's full moist lips began to slide up and down on my hard cock. Tenderly I brushed her dark hair to the side so I could see my conquest."Do you like my cock Carmen?" I asked."Ummm.....I love it." Carmen replied bathing the head of my cock with her delicate tongue.For the next couple of minutes the room was silent except for the occasional slurp or moan. Carmen began. She put the bag down and climbed onto the bed, handing me a mug of tea. ‘Happy birthday, darling.’ she said and kissed me, then handed me a card. I opened it and read Happy Birthday Danni, Love always, Mummy. It wasn’t unusual for her to put Mummy on cards rather than Mum, but I had to point out the way she had spelt my name. ‘Oh, that. It’s my little joke concerning the other day. Now, let’s have some tea before we open your presents.’ she replied, handing me a mug. We drank some tea and she.