On closer inspection I had an array of small bandages all over my body. Well, okay, not all over. But enough. It must be where they put the implants i.... My throat hurt, and didn't have the guts to speak. So I stayed quiet. I looked at myself from various sides in the mirror. And I'll be damned if I didn't look like a woman. These guys were good. Maybe too good. I gently lifted the edge of the gown and said a prayer as reached for my dick. It was still there. I gave thanks. I checked again, my. Poor Mum, she did the same thing with letters, always holding them and wondering for at least five minutes, before actually opening them.My mother tore open the flap and read the message out loud "Sheila and Wendy ill with chicken pox can't make it". Good, I thought, we won't have them snivelling here. They were my two cousins who were going to be bridesmaids."Oh no, Mum!” cried my sister, "Nothing is going right! What shall we do?"I turned and went back to my room and told Peter. "Good!” he. I again made her move, and again she stopped when I took my hands away. Idk why she would do so? Maybe because she pretended that she was sleeping?But I needed that handjob so bad, so I went closer to her ears and whispered: “Karo na”. I could see a very slight smile on her face, and I knew it was a success.Amazingly she started moving it up and down like a pro, very well synchronized, and in between, she would move her thumb on the top to scatter evenly the juices oozing out.She was doing it. "Pedro sat to one side and remained silent while Ishmael drank and then poured himself a second cup of wine. He then sat by while the older man picked at some food and ate it. For the next fifteen minutes or so not a word was spoken by any in the cabin. Finally it was Ishmael who broke the silence and spoke."Thank you my lord for the food and drink," Ishmael said in a grateful manner, "and for your indulgence while I ate and drank. I needed it. Now however we should talk." So what can you tell.