Andrea chuckled softly before he lays back down, his head resting against the older man's chest, and he started to trace a finger over the other man's chest...around a nipple...then down to the navel, circling it slowly while he spoke.<em>"That's how it should be, Signore. Enjoy all you can. I bet you're working hard enough for your money. And you picked a great location for a vacation. I think I'll like it here for a while."</em><br/><br/>The Italian smirked softly, still tracing his fingers over the other man's body, idly so, almost. His eyes half closed while he lays there. He had all time in the world, and he wouldn't even think of rushing a client.