“Jason!” he heard Aja’s voice as the call connected. She sounded agitated.“Aja, I missed your call. What’s wrong?”“I need your help,” ...he said. “I need a ride home and I don’t want to call Uncle Oscar.”“Where are you?”“I’m at Dingo’s Lounge.”“Dingo’s Lounge? Where’s that?”“I’m not sure -- I think it’s on Center.”“Hold on...” Jason flipped open his laptop and woke it up. He keyed in a search. “Dingo’s Lounge... 50th and Center.”“That sounds right.”“What are you doing in that part of town at this. I called out in English, "Get your clothes on Jazzer, and come out here!" I sat in an easy chair and addressed Greta, in German. "You, Greta, make us some coffee -- and get yourself looking decent." She looked at me in amazement but disappeared into the kitchen.Jazzer came out of the bedroom, a mixture of sheepishness, stubbornness and fear on his young face. I indicated for him to sit down, and then I talked to him like a Dutch uncle. I pointed out Greta's occupation of whore; I pointed out. Let them be green with envy. You'll find the sunscreen in the locker above the chart-table."She disappeared below, reappearing with the bottle. "If I take the wheel, will you put it on me?"I leered as theatrically as I could – I am no actor – and said "It will be my pleasure, Madam."She giggled and I stepped back so she could take over and, once she was settled at the wheel, began to smooth the lotion on her arms; she made humming noises that I interpreted as pleasure, which intensified as I. "For fuck’s sake, you stupid slag… put a sock in it. If you keep that up, Nicole's bound to hear you." He was right, of course — but, as I've already said, I didn't care. That said, it was proving to be my most enjoyable shag in a long time and Nicole's presence would surely put the kibosh on it. So I clenched my teeth and, luckily, heard only the faint drone of a hairdryer, not running footsteps. Dean rose from his knees and I was pleased to see his cock was still hard."I'm gonna fuck your.