"You mean a private manicurist for our room? Oh, you spoiling bastard!"

Bjorn squeaked in excitement at this and nodded eagerly. He just loved it when his sugar daddy spoiled him like this and couldn't help but quickly lean over to kiss the ginger's cheek. Was he a nice bitch? Bjorn thought so. Hans knew that his brother was also needy, demanding and often a trashy brat. Rekker loved this about his trashy whore though which was even more amusing.

"Oh--heated seats? Fuck yeah---"

The Swede turned his own seat on and started to enjoy his time at the spa with Rekker. The tarts were still over in the corner having their nails done.