The guy who was dong the cutting was some fat Arab guy, who looked he could have been a Moroccan chef, in some Moroccan restaurant in Marseilles. ...e was the Castrator. Right now he was focusing on a blond-haired French boy. He looked deep into the boy's scared blue eyes after grabbing his ball sack into his hands and with the stroke of his sharp kitchen knife made a slit down the boy’s nut sack. They boy proceeded to let out a mighty yell, for he knew too soon his fate to become a Eunuch. “My apologies Milord, I only stayed to show you to your room after the meeting.”“Very well lead on woman.” Marcos said dismissively.His thoughts centered on the girl and resolved to find out if she was a spy for the ambassador or someone outside. As he walked to the room, he guessed she was only eighteen but certainly seemed younger. His eyes didn’t see any hidden weapons in obvious places, but his women in the tower didn’t carry one blade either and they were considerably more lethal than. "Erin came back out in a few minutes. She was blushing bright red at having to go in there looking like a prostitute and interact with people. When she got back to the car Ray got out and told her to get in and sit in the center of the back seat.In a few minutes I saw two large black men exit the building. Ray approached them and shook hands. They talked for a few minutes and then Ray returned to the car and invited the men to join Erin in the back seat. Ray got into the front passenger seat.. And it wasn't like no little peck on the cheek like Mama does. She was mashin' her lips hard against mine n' I could feel her tongue sliddin' back n' forth across my upper lip. Hell, it wasn't ten second before I had the hardest hard-on I ever felt. Without even thinkin', my hands slid around her shoulders and pulled her against me. When we finally come up for air, we just looked at each other and grinned like a couple of little kids.She never said a word but stood up and took my hand, pullin'.