On unsteady legs she walked over, grabbed a bottle of spray off the rack that the gym kept for wiping down the machines after use, and quickly swiped ... towel over the hand grips. As soon as she’d made her way into the empty (thank god!) locker room she sat down heavily on a bench. This was her second week attempting to work out at the local gym and it hadn’t gotten any easier. Putting her hands on her thighs, she push herself up and stepped in front of one of the full length mirrors that lined. “Do they do pole dancing, or is that for stripping?” She asked.“Both.” Replied Alain. “You never know what is going to happen on any particular night. I have seen patrons on the stage stripping, male and female. But usually, Victor will hire a couple of Tahitian girls, if there are to be strippers.”A stereotypical Frenchman walked towards them. He was swarthy with a 5 o'clock shadow, he was wearing the very French black and a white striped T-shirt but to her surprise, he was not wearing a. We thought he was jokeing and both laughed out loud.Then to my suprise my wife said" I know that aint ture because from the looks of your shorts you have a big cock". I could not believe it! not only did she say that,but she stared at his cock while she said it. Then it seemed like a long period of time we didnt say any thing, but she just stared at his lap. About then his cock twitched and grew bigger,my cock was starting to get hard,but i didnt notice cause i was in shock. Then my friends. I went over to my bed and grabbed my short. As I slid my legs in, my sister came in dressed in shorts and a tank top with a towel around her head. She seemed to avoid eye contact with me as she went over and started to pack up her things. I thought about saying something and then chose to let it wait until later. I grab an extra set of clothes and went to grab a quick shower. I say a quick shower since the water tank is small at the cabins and I was the last one to take one. The whole.