They were called, “Fida’in”, or “the self-sacrificing ones”, a name which pretty well describes them and what they were.Hashashin, as they c...me to be called in stories latter, were also said to be adept in furusiyya, the Islamic Warrior Code of Honor. I personally doubt this because assassins by definition have no honor only a job to be done. It is documented that they lied, cheated, and stole to get near their target to kill by any means possible. They all knew there was little or no chance of. "Okay, let's try it."*****Andy stood in front of the mirrored wardrobes in his bedroom, turningthis way and that to admire his new breasts. It had taken no time at allfor the adhesive to set, and the feathered edges of the silicone were aseasy to blend into his chest as the edges of his Mandy mask. Once set,he had almost sprinted up the stairs to his room to see the results:Breasts. He had Breasts. He couldn't believe how fantastic they looked:large and round with a slight teardrop swell to. I really hit it off with them.They were both very open about themselves,as we were. When we finally got to our resort,the guys took all the bags and told us to hang out in the lounge.I was noticing all the couples checking in.Noone had any children with them.I mentioned that to Jenna and she just smiled. Ron and Bo came back and we had a few drinks. Then the guys said we should all go to our room and hang out for a while,then we could make plans to go. I unfolded my legs, but they remained pressed together as he laid me on the bed. Shortly after being in my new position, Bob broke the erotic session of kissing and looked at me, running his finger over my face, down my neck to my breast, nicely tucked under my clothes like a present waiting to be opened.One by one he began to unbutton my blouse, telling me how sexy I was. He then moved the sheer black material off both sides of my body. The idea of being undressed by a man was very much of a.