Well, Jay would have to ask the ones in charge of the Place but as far as Andrea goes.. he sure as hell didn't sell his soul to the place. But right now, all that was important to the Italian, was to get Jay relaxed and feeling good. Not only because it was his job to do that. Because he wanted it.<br/><br/>And Andrea was still just sucking on the head, tracing his tongue in slow circles around the slit or around the head, mindblowingly so, probably. And he kept doing just that for maybe ten minutes or even longer before he pulled his head away, for another low, husky whisper.<em>"I want to taste you, Signore.." </em>His voice had that sensual quality. It always sounded like this but in certain situation it was just more sensual and full of desire.<br/><br/>He didn't really wait for an answer, before he started to take Jay's cock deeper. Inch by inch and he still doesn't rush anything. It was so slow, when he wrapped his lips around the man's cock, swallowing it bit by bit. One of his hands moving from Jay's rear, his fingertips trailing back over Jay's hipbone, and his palm came to rest on Jay's lower abdomen, just resting there for now.