The meeting in London had gone without a hitch. PJ had found out quite a bit about the record label that he hadn't let on during our phone conversatio.... They were a decent sized Jazz/Blues/Folk label 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. . okay ... really? ... yes please ... okay, see you soon, ... bye.”She ended the call and handed the phone back to me.“What was that about?” I asked.“Nothing,” said Bonnie, trying to act innocent.I scowled at her.“Estelle found something in the shops she thought I might like,” said Bonnie. “I’ll show you later.”She went back to her game and I went back to my studying.Estelle poked her head through my doorway and said, “Hi, I’m home.”She handed one of the plastic bags she was carrying to Bonnie.. "Looking Glass". A full color magazine about real life swingers. I was stunned and captivated. I quickly bought a movie and the magazine and raced to the subway to get home.As I rode the subway, black bag in hand I kept looking around at the various men and women riding with me. Did they know I was carrying porn. Did the realize I was fighting an erection. Could they guess I was so horny that all I could imagine was an all out orgy with everyone I could see.I got home as quickly as I could to. I asked if he liked the show, he nodded. He said we got him sooo hard. I was feeling bold so I reached down and stuck my hand in his pants and felt a nice hard dick. I opened a door behind me and pulled him in by the belt. I was almost as hard as he was as this was going to be my first BBC. I pulled his pants down, I also removed my pants and I was rock hard and there was precum dripping, when I looked back at his I saw a long cock, not super thick, but not skinny that curved up slightly. ..