Well, of course. After a few minutes she sent me three pictures. One showing her butt, one showing her boobs and one showing her face. All naked. I sa...d that she looks great, and I really meant it. She had fantastic round butt, really nice boobs and her face was very pretty. She still had the long black hair she had when she was younger and I think many men would definitely call her a milf.Then our chats became much more intimate and sexual. And one day she told about her special arrangement. I notice it is quiet now except for the moans of Becky on a regular basis as I am moving from her clit to her lips, to her warm and slick love canal…I then have a new feeling on my cock. I am guessing it is Becky but cannot tell, someone is really working on getting me hard though…I smile as I lick away at Becky. Now I feel a mouth on my cock and it takes is all the way into to the base of my shaft…she is just holding it in her mouth and I decide to up the pleasure for Becky…I give her a few. - I haven't looked yet, I don't understand everything about the cover the receptionist gave me.She takes the cover from my hands, opens it and rummages in it.- so you are ... what ... no its must be a mistake ... building one.She looks at me in amazement.- but who are you, Paul .. Only seven people live in building one ...- my name is Paul Douglas ... My father worked in real estate.Her eyes widen and her mouth opens.- are you waiting, are you roger douglas the real estate agent who owns half. Sometime during the second day of my healing I got to see the cabin boy. He was pitiful sight, thin and emasculated, his demeanor dull and quiet. He did not smile at me but only shrugged when I spoke to him and asked him how he fared. Only later, from a crew member, did I learn the truth. The boy had been given life, but the Captain had taken away his manhood. They had castrated him. No more would he be a threat to the Captain's pride. At first I was angry, then saddened. Eventually I came to.