Mistress nodded to the crowd, then handed me a serviette.Our first night in Paris was certainly…memorable, and for more than just Mistress and me!~~...~~When we finally returned to our hotel room, we found the lights dimmed, the curtains closed, our bed drawn back, and soft music playing. There was another bottle of champagne, this time from the hotel, plus a fruit basket from the management, welcoming us.We were both thoroughly exhausted, so stripped off our clothes, and washed at the dual. We can talk about it when we’re calm.’ She gathers up my pj bottoms and leads me out of my bedroom.Mom’s not very steady on her feet as we walk down the hall into the master bedroom. The smell of alcohol is strong on her breath.‘You ok, Mommy?’‘Yes, dear, I’m fine, ‘ you answer as you close the door behind us. ‘Sit on the bed.’ You have my pjs in your hand, but in no rush to pass them to me. Instead, you gaze at my cock, which immediately causes it to harden. I struggle to stop its growth,. Marc put down his beer on the bar. He turned to watch his wife step onto the small stage in front of me. Charlene grabbed the brass pole with her long black gloves. She swung herself around. She smiled as she looked down at me in my chair. I sipped my drink as she danced in front of me. She moved her hands down her body to her hips. She spun her ass around to move it on stage. She grabbed the pole to move herself around. She smiled as she put her right heel in the air toward me. I heard Marc. Oh I didnt hear anything Mom said. Yes but I can kind of smell something Mrs Stevens replied.I thought it was me.Oh grandma explained i just used the pot Im sorry some of the odor must have come out of the bedroom.Oh thats OK Em I thought Id had a accident Im needing the bathroom pretty soon didnt get a chance at home this morn.I will just run home and be back in a little bit.Nonsense Mrs Stevens your perfectly welcome to use our makeshift pot no need to go all the way home.But wont Donny have.