It was Jenny, one of the sluttiest bitches of the whole building. Andrew talked to her in a pretty obviously unfriendly tone. I smiled to myself and k...pt bobbing my head up and down on his cock; but now moving slowly…Jenny said she needed to ask him a personal question. Then I pulled my mouth off Andrew’s cock and just ran my tongue up and down as I listened to that stupid bitch…Andrew said he was busy now; but Jenny insisted, telling it was important.She sounded urgent. I returned his cock to. You again think what a shame that a woman with as beautiful body as this one is dead but you're glad you got a chance to screw her. If it hadn't been you; somebody else would probably have done it. Oh well; you open a drawer, place her in it and cover her. You call the funeral home listed on the paperwork and leave a message that the family of Michelle Marsten has requested their services. You know that her corpse will chill overnight until the funeral home receives the message the next morning. "Vessel is a President Line mail steamer, 9000 tonnes. Continues westerly course at approximately 22 knots"Grauwulf acknowledged with a tip of the head. The man waited for a reply."I will go below in a minute," he told the man, eventually. "Tell the exec I want to see him in the chartroom." Sir!" the man shouted before scurrying for the hatch.Grauwulf resumed his position before slowly coming to attention. He leaned towards the watch."Keep your eyes peeled," he shouted before staggering back. As rough as it had been, I had once againsatisfied a room full of horny men, giving them more sexual pleasurethan they'd probably ever known in their whole lives. I had a purpose. Ihad power. And I accepted and loved who and what I had become.I was still shaking, but I slipped on my clothes and stepped out of thebathroom. I walked gingerly back to the living room where Wei stood in arobe. The rest of the men were still partying it up in the kitchen. Itoccurred to me that Wei himself had not.