PJ had found out quite a bit about the record label that he hadn't let on during our phone conversation. They were a decent sized Jazz/Blues/Folk labe... based in the centre of Paris. The head of Cypres Records, Sylvain Dutronc was a thin be speckled man with a ponytail and an absolute music fanatic. In his early forties Dutronc had grown up around music, his uncle being the legendary French troubadour Jacques Dutronc. Sylvain it turned out was a huge fan of American blues music, particularly. They all smiled as I glanced at them and tilted their drinks up toasting me. I quickly faced the band again. With each song, my body danced in time to the music, rocking back and forth in the chair. Many men had come closer, asking for a dance, but I had declined all offers, choosing to just watch the crowd and sit there quietly. The barmaid came to my table and placed a fresh margarita down. Nodding to the men behind me, she said "with their compliments." As I turned my head to thank them, my. Her nipples were slightly poking her nighty. I was sure that her nipples were hard. After some time, she noticed it and she jokingly admitted –Mom: I have not worn any bra as I am feeling hot.I jokingly said: That I can see from your boobs and erected nipples.At first, I thought she would get angry with me for taking her to her like that. But then she just laughed and said –Mom: You are such a naughty boy.I just smiled thinking how I licked and fucked her the night before. After lunch, I was. The sun on his skin. The whiteness of his smile. Goddamn he was beautiful. I started to frown when I thought of Joe. Sure, he was still good looking but I was bored and scared that he felt the same about me. “Everything alright?” he asked bringing me out of my fantasy. “Yeah just fine, why do you ask? I replied, trying to cover my true feelings. “You seem a bit down today, you’re not smiling as much as you normally do.” “It’s just my relationship with Joe, we’re stuck in a rut. We’ve been.