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"If you like, Baby." The man who replies has an obvious Russian accent. "You can sit here, but you will not find us good conversation."

The three men shuffle up to make room for me on the beach.

"I just came for Nicki to have fun and make friends. Please don't worry about me."

The big man on the end looks at Nico and speaks to him in Russian. He is the man we came here for, and the pressure is building across my brow. I am a professional and playing it cool is the motto of my life, but putting Nico in danger is not what a good Daddy does.

"Daddy, what did the big man say?" Nico questions me with a frown, playing innocent like a doe eyed angel.

"I don't know angel, was it Romanian?" We need to convince these men that we don't understand Russian.

"No. Can I talk to him?"

"If he spoke to you, it would be rude not to."

Nico nods and skips over the two bodies on the floor so he's standing right in front of the Knox equivalent of the Russian mob.

"Hello. I not is knowing your funny words. I speak funny words too, but they are not like yours. Mine are Romanian. Do you read? I does read. Look." Nico thrusts his colouring book under Piotr's nose. "This is funny writing; I am not good at. This is better writing." He points at the English and Romanian written very badly across a page with a monkey.

"I am sorry. He gets very excited." I urge the boy to back away from the dangerous man.

"He's a peach." Piotr waves off my concern. "Adorable."

"Hey there buddy." The Russian next to Piotr calls to my boy. "This is Raymond and his friend Hamish. Why don't you play with them?"

"Uh, Daddy. They have very big names."

"You can call us what you want." The boy called Raymond sits up. "Come and colour with us."

Nico looks at me reluctantly, gripping his colouring book tightly.

"Did you bring me new crayons?" He mutters.

"Ah, crap. I mean pickles. No, I forgot. I only have your old ones." I pull the well-used pencils from the change bag.

"It is OK Daddy. I forgive you." Nico takes the packet and then sits with Raymond and Hamish.

I sit on the edge of the bench seat, watching Nico intently and listening to anything English these men say.

Piotr is a self-declared 'minor attracted person'. He would rather do business in a place like this than act on his desires and I admire him for that. Neither of these littles belong to these men, just two boys who want to play as littles and want a Daddy for the night. I'm sure this pair are well scrutinised regulars, but they are more in love with each other than the daddies who watch them.

"Daddy. Mondy helped me write fish." Nico thrusts his book under my nose so I can see Raymond's lively grown-up handwriting, and Nico's best attempt underneath.

"That is very good, baby."

"Can I have a sticker when we get home?"

"Baby…" This is a game. We don't have stickers at home, but this boy is so deeply in character, I can't refuse him.

"Sorry Daddy. Pleeeeeeeeeese."

"Good boy. Of course you can have a sticker when we get home. Don't forget to thank Mondy for his help."

Chapter nineteen

Nico

Igobacktomy colouring, changing position so I can lie right next to Piotr's feet. I lie on my belly, knees bent up, feet crossed on my butt, and I wiggle my hips. It is not as satisfying with the nappy in the way, but I can still feel the padding rub against my cock. Willy pointing up is definitely the way to go here. I try really hard to stay in the lines with my colouring. The other two make it look so easy but compared to gouging out fingernails, this is hard. Like, sticking my tongue out to focus kind of hard.

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