No, thank you!

“No, no, no. I thank you. Your wife is very beautiful. Careful or I might snatch her away from you.” And he winked and laughed slightly as if telling a good joke.

Maria seemed to understand more than Juan as she did a slightly worried face, but Juan immediately cheerfully laughed together with Oz, and then added:

“Yes, she is very good wife. So humble, almost never angry. Very kind and not, what is it, not hungry for money.” And he laughed again.

“Yes and she has perfect DSL. Dick sucking lips too. They’re so beautiful. I wish they would stick to my large ambassador and never let go.”

Juan looked at him somewhat surprised, he only understood some words: ‘perfect’, ‘beautiful’, ‘lips’, ‘stick’. He considered that maybe Oz meant that his wife’s lips look great without any lipstick too. He went with it and nodded and smiled at Oz: “Yes, master Oz. She beautiful.”

“I would very much like her to accompany me in my quarters every night to do it for me.”

Juan looked a bit puzzled again, some of the words he understood were ‘night’ and ‘quarters’ – he figured it might be a cheap lipstick for a few quarters and once again responded:

“Yes, that good idea! She might need!” he turned to his wife “Well, you need, right?”

Maria only nodded slightly, but was flustered as she did not understand much of what was said. She had a bad premonition once she saw the fire which lit up in Oz’s eyes when he looked towards her. His eyes were practically sparkling and filled with lust which Juan seemed to not pick up at all.

The oldest of the children looked at Oz briefly and averted his gaze once he looked back. Marquez had seen Oz buried deep in the nooks and crannies of his mother, although it was only superficial contact it must have looked strange to the kid. The child casually said something to his dad and Juan slightly opened his eyes, rising one of his brows.

“No, no, no, Marquez. He only helped pull up oil. Master Oz, so sorry. Marquez see you in kitchen helping wife and say you, uh… hug her. But I saw you simply helping her and probably must go close when helping.”

Oz looked at Juan and nodded and told him that yes, he had only done what he said and helped out, but maybe it looked funny and at that moment he slightly looked at Maria, prompting her to say something.

“Yes. Master Oz help me. Only look strange.” She said silently and nodded. She did not want to cause worry to neither her child nor her husband. Juan was satisfied with how things were explained to Marquez and the child seemed to not care too much either.