"Your toes look lovely! They are so cute and sexy! I love that you took the time and effort to get them done for me!"She smiled, yet her hand did not ...each for my still hard, lonely cock. I tried to read her face for what to do next, then inspiration hit me and I stretched my neck up towards her toes. Taking each one in my mouth I sucked and kissed them. I made love to them as she sighed in pleasure. As I reached the eighth toe I felt her warm strong hand grasp my cock and the pleasure. I bought her a margarita and a cool bud for me. She loosened up. She started talking about her work and how she is busy with this project. "So tell me which part of India are you from?" I acted surprised. "Do you know much about India and Indian culture?" Yeah, my best friend in school was Indian from Calcutta". "I've been in NJ for a long time but to answer your question, I am from a smaller city called Pune near Mumbai." The DJ played "Just can't get enough" by The Black Eyed Peas. Jo pulled. I laughed ruefully as I said, "And no, I don't know what that was all about ladies." Grace smiled at me as she said, "Just when I thought life couldn't get more complicated." Gwen snickered. "Oh, hell yes, it can." Grace looked over at Gwen, asking, "So who was this Smith guy or what was he?" Looking around, Gwen said, "Someone looking for a German from the Big War, sounds like Israel." I blurted, "Mossad, Israeli CIA." Gwen and Grace both looked at me speculatively then nodded. I looked around. The magnitude of this event could be felt just by looking at the expressions on both of their faces. Frank’s face was one of pure shock and surprise, while Frost had an alarmed look on his face which quickly morphed into a contemplative gaze. We had gone our own separate ways after the reveal of my tattoo, each of us having our personal thoughts to mull and ponder upon. Frost had made me promise that I would come to the club as soon as possible in the morning, as he had some things to prepare.