The progress of our expanded connection occurred that night, after the meeting. I asked if she had time to talk about a few details of the meeting, an... she said yes. We stopped at a pie shop that was on her way home. Sharing a dessert and beverages, our conversation went from business to personal. After commenting how her efforts made my job easier, she said, "It's easy working with you." It wasn't what she said, but how she said it.At any rate, we closed the evening with a brief moment by our. Or two. Or three. Whatever. I once tried to talk Eric into buying stock in a condom maker, my point being that our business alone would keep them solvent. He’d gotten an STD once, and it scared him to the No Glove, No Love, school of thought. He plopped down on the patio, looked at the papers, and grinned. ‘Guess what I was doing while you were shagging our little French bimbettes?’ ‘Regretting not joining us? Having a bit of penis envy, maybe. We can’t all be hung like satyrs, you know.’. Ah...yes please!I bared one tit for him and he latched on to it as if his life depended on it. I took this opportunity to rub his crotch through his pants. I could feel him growing with every stroke and his sucking became more intense. My nipples are really sensitive and this was sending me through the roof. I unbuttoned his jeans and I reached under his underwear to be able to touch his growing cock. Wow, it was huge! He didn't lie nor exaggerate. As I pulled his cock out he groaned a bit. He. Jon had left an envelope for Harry who opened it once he was in the privacy of his room. It contained an address, an amount of money to bring in cash (Harry was surprised it was so little), a printed pass and instructions on what would happen that evening at Pliny’s (the name of the underground club) . Jon was busy and would not be there. Harry was excited.The building was near the docks. Harry took a cab. The driver told him to be careful in the area and to call for his cab from the deli.