“Zahlen, bitte.”“Seven Heller, sir.”I put down a coin. “Ten. And thank you.”“My pleasure, sir.”Past the Palais Kinsky, past the Harrac..., and here was the Central. Inside, the smell of beer, wine, tobacco, and people. A Viennese coffee house is more than a cafe. It’s like a living room where you meet friends and acquaintances. Looking towards the rear, I could see Altenberg holding forth with three others at his regular table. I made my way there.“Aha! The shithead’s back!” Altenberg. Rubbing oil onto my hands and forearms I proceeded to massage her neck, shoulders, arms, hands, and fingers. As I started to run my hands along the outer edges of her breasts I felt Juice’s hand reach out to stroke my cock.“You are rather large Jay, about seven inches?"Her words brought back memories to another place and time and a measurement that showed seven and one-sixteenth inches.“Jay, are you still with me?”“Huh,” awakening from my momentary daydream. “Sorry Juice, I got lost for a. I kissed my way up her stomach and licked my way from her belly button up to her tits, stopping to take each of her nipples into my mouth. I nibbled on them a little bit and swirled my tongue around them. I grabbed both of her tits and pushed them toward each other and put my face between them, licking and kissing them. I finally kissed up her neck and to her ear. "What do you want now baby. Tell me what you want," I whispered to her. I put my lips on her and started giving her long, deep. The models’ safety is always the most important thing.”That line got the first laugh - an uncertain, nervous laugh from around the room like people weren’t sure who the joke was on.The next scene was Connie on the phone with a man’s voice on the other end. The man was explaining that he worked for Nick Coyle and Nick wanted to play Dungeons & Dragons with a group of lingerie models. On the screen, Connie jotted down a few notes in pencil as she listened. To Ed’s left, Connie leaned in, “That.