Then he leaned over to address the kneeling man."Now, John," Jake said. "We're going to try something new."John was listening but nobody told him to s...op, so he continued to lavish his oral attentions on Derek. He heard Jake unzipping his fly.Oh my God, thought John as he began to guess what would happen next.Jake wandered over to his desk and opened a drawer.A moment later, Derek was seated on the couch and John was on his knees in front of him, still lapping at his dick hungrily. And Jake was. “Good afternoon.”“My name is Sandrine. May I ask your name?”He looked puzzled but he responded.“My name is Henry. How may I help you?”“How old are you, Henry?”Henry’s puzzlement turned to uneasiness. He stepped back through an opening at the rear of the shop.“Father,” he called, “will you assist, please?”“What is—”The man Sandrine remembered from those two nights years ago stopped dead when he saw Sandrine.“You? What are you doing here?”Sandrine stared. She knew she could not afford to. The ride was definitely nicer than the typical street cab, and smelled a whole lot better."So," he said, once they were under way. "Still want to come over, or is there something else you'd like to do?"She looked done shyly and shook her head. "No, nothing else."He lifted her face to his and lightly kissed her lips."Where's that girl I met at Doug's?" he asked teasingly. "Where's the girl who talked a recluse into coming to a party, hmm?"She looked down and shook her head. When she looked up. I think I probably would have defied my father's wishes and expectations by becoming a lawyer or something," she grinned, "Because Martin doesn't think women can do things like that you know." I know," Jordan smiled. "But you would have shown him." I would have," she said playfully and then her expression turned dark. "I should never have come back here." Don't start that shit again," Jordan grumbled."It just makes me realize what I lost that's all," Angel said bitterly, "And what I've become.".