”The meeting then broke up into small groups of Allies as various mission packs were presented to them and they went over what it was they had to do...“Your thoughts, sub-Commander?” Gust asked me.“Unsure as to the need for a face-to-face meeting,” I replied with a slight frown.“Ah, protocol,” he nodded. “Plus, it puts a human face on those from whom we may request aid.”“I see,” I nodded, recognising the truth of it. “Not sure why I’m here though, other than a learning experience.”“You’ll be my. “Both of you,” she added.“Why are you angry with me?” he asked.“You drugged me,” she spat.“A doctor would have drugged you, too. The drugs a doctor used would leave you loopy for hours. Mine woke you up within minutes,” he reminded her.“Aimee,” Carla said quietly, sitting next to her and taking Aimee’s hands in her own. “Matt has used the drug before to help women, not hurt them. He has hurt the men who hurt the women he helped. Just this morning he helped a woman we know who was being. "Headed up? What floor?" She asked.I looked at her. She was Asian, possibly Korean. Her long black hair was up in a tight ponytail, her sleek hair like a waterfall of shiny that I had tried for years to accomplish with my straw blond hair. Her eyes were beautiful, outlined with black eyeliner and a little mascara. Her hotel polo shirt was a little loose, but her boobs, I’m ball parking around a B-cup, were round, her nipples were pointy, probably visible because of a thin bra. "Um, 12" I. His wife was clearly enjoying the experience immensely if the moaning and squealing that filled the room were anything to go by. No fake orgasms for Cyndi; she was very obviously climaxing freely and readily as the fat man fucked her mercilessly.“Lucinda!” Peter yelled as he burst in on the copulating couple.“What the fuck?”The fat man gasped aloud, his thrusting coming to an instant halt. He pulled himself violently out of Cyndi’s body bringing a look of shock and disappointment to her pretty.