I’d been told before who these people were and they’d be yachting in the Mediterranean, but Brinkley repeated everything sotto voce as we approached their table.He told them I was Conner Taylor and would be serving them—any way they liked, he said, giving me a pointed look.I served them the drinks they wanted and when Castrano wanted me to sit in his lap while one of the gay male sex acts was going on on the stage, I served him in that capacity too, letting him fondle me, run his hands all over me, and eventually unzip himself, pull out his erection, and raise and lower me on his cock right there as we watched the sex performed on the stage. Gay sex And it was perfect for my need. We agreed their agent could dispatch them if we identified them. He was athletic and vigorous. I wondered, noting how hot the two women seemed to be for each other. The cook, an Arab named Hassan, would bunk with the assistant cook we’d pick up in Marseille; one of Castrano’s bodyguards, a Serb named Nelo, would bunk with a sailor coming in board in Marseille; and I was bunking with the other bodyguard, a hulking Nigerian named Abeo.I wasn’t told who my monitoring
