‘I’m doing great!’ I told her ‘The reason I called up is I wanted to go out with you this Friday night.’ ‘Oh, um…where do you…where?�...�� ‘I don’t want to spoil anything but I promise you it’s nothing you haven’t done before. ‘ No response. So I added ‘You’ll be perfectly safe with me. I told your mom about it and she loved the idea.’ ‘Oh…mmmm…sounds ok. This Friday? ‘Yes’ I responded ‘Well ok, see you then’ And she hung up. I figured she would be reluctant, but I was still unsure about whether. I got my luggage and we walked out to her car (a very nice silver BMW Z3) without incident, driving out of the airport and back to her apartment in the upper rich portion of London.As we were approaching the gate to enter into the building, a young girl came running up, gushing about being a "huge fan and could she please have an autograph". This was one of the few times I had ever seen any of my clients handle their fans, but Elizabeth was very cool about it. She smiled and made the autograph. Her eyes were boring into mine, as if she was trying to read my thoughts. “Of course, if you don’t mind my company…my dear Miss.” “You are so kind to me…sir,” she said and playfully stuck out her tongue at me. “Oh my God! What have they done to you, my poor child?” an old woman cried out, startling us. I quickly recognized her as Susan, one of Jill’s neighbors. She was staring at the cast with undisguised curiosity, her eyes twinkling merrily. “I broke my leg,” Jill answered dryly. “I. Hanging out” and they both giggled, I was startled from my daydreaming, “Oh I am so sorry” I said and tried to poke it back inside and luckily as it was now half hard it was easy to conceal it, just!.It wasn’t my intention to flash my cock at breakfast I certainly wasn’t opposed to seeing Abby’s panties, memories came flooding back, Lisa was sitting on the stool beside me and she wasn’t shy either as her legs were spread showing her glorious white panties, the string disappearing up her.