I didn't think it would be a very easy conversation, no matter how we approached it, but we'd spent a long time discussing the best approach last nigh...t. She was sitting meekly with her hands folded in front of her, a far cry from how she'd looked last night when she was coming on to me. She sat by the wall facing out with a big smile on her face, which I assumed was from seeing either me or my 'aura' approaching. She waved to get our attention.She looked very nice this morning, nicely dressed. Tyler turned Jane around and bent her over the table, the one they just had breakfast on, and dropped his shorts and moved behind her. He rubbed the head of his cock between Jane’s wet lips of her snatch, making her want to push back against his hard cock, which she wanted in her so bad. Tyler kept her pushed down not allowing her to be in control. Jane looked back at Tyler and asked “Are you going to fuck me or what?” Tyler’s reply was, “Oh I’m going to fuck you; I’m going to give you one. Given the worrying list of failures in the company it is a rare thing to have achieved. Of course, I will invite the team for drinks. And yes, bring your friends. My party budget has not yet been spent. Let us do it now.In the bar we hug, we cheer, we drink. Georgina pulls me over and tells me how happy she is about our success. She turns me around and introduces me to a colleague I may have not met before and who is a great laugh and very clever. Her name is Brigitte and I must meet her she. " Bah, the Irish don't make any decent ale. Here what they drink is whiskey ... corn whiskey," he told us."We don't drink whiskey," Saraid told him, "and we are not fond of wine either." Since the meal was over, and we didn't care for the refreshments, we rose and left the Officers' Mess, taking our lanterns with us, since it was dark out by now. I stopped on the way out to thank Colonel Williams for his assistance in getting us admitted.Once back in our quarters, Gwyn and Glanda started.