"It seems you have gone from being a man of war to a man who hates war and yourself." Don't worry many who have fought have had enough of death." But ...ome out there have not." They want it to go on because that all they know." We have been running computer programs and looking at all the facts. You must realise this, you men have fought a just war. But it was still war. All though history men have killed and fought wars, created death camps, raped, blasted cities and have killed Billions.. The four women relaxed and chatted for the next fifteen minutes abouttheir lives, the tour and their plans for the future, includingThanksgiving and Christmas. The conversation was only interrupted when aknock came from the dressing room door, notifying Jamie that she was dueon stage promptly."Looks like it's show time," Jamie said with a grin as she escorted herfriends out of the dressing room."I should probably get back to doing actual work as well, heh," Nikkisaid as she grabbed her. It was as all consuming as the previous kiss had been. The hands were there. They slipped up her naked back and one reached around and grasped her nipple. She shivered then and pressed her lips harder against his, opening her mouth wide to accept his tongue and sucking on it fervently. ‘Princess sucks tongue well,’ he said. ‘Thank you,’ she answered softly. One more kiss and this time his hands were inside the waist band of her jeans and descending to her ass cheeks. ‘Oh, don’t!’ she said. "Did you appreciate the example I made of your friend? Did you know that she thought that she could spit in my face and live?" Amaya didn't say a word. Fear had her by the throat, and her mouth was dryer than a 10,000 year-old pile of bones. "Hopefully for your sake, little cunt, you will show a little more wisdom than your friend." The Warlord's expression changed, just a subtle shift as if he were contemplating something, and in that moment Amaya finally found her tongue."P-please Sir…Master.