Even if it stops outside this room and doesn't enter I want to know." The Sub-Commander ordered. "Yes sir! You will be the first to know!" The voice r...sponded quickly. The Sub-Commander nodded as he disconnected. Something still didn't feel right. Shaking his head he ordered as deep a scan on both women as they could do. He had to make sure that the both of them were still loyal to the IP. Sighing he thought if they lost control of these two it might be far worse than that damn Cliveastone. Sam. This pass was next to the ocean and there was no good way around it, and there was a hot spring nearby, so the pass was known as the ‘hot gates’, or in Greek ‘Thermopylae’.When the Persian advance guard reached the pass, there were 1000 or so Greeks there to defend it. They tried to rush the pass, but got thrown back with horrible losses. The Spartan soldiers WERE better than the Persian soldiers, and numbers can only do so much. In the confined space of the pass, superior numbers didn’t mean. After this, we started having sex in his bedroom.He pushed his dick inside in one stroke and started fucking me from behind. I did some crazy dirty talking “Fuck me you, motherfucker, make me your slut and keep fucking me till dawn, Oh yeah” I was nothing more than a whore at that time and he used me as that. “You want to be my whore?” He said grabbing my left boob and hair. All of a sudden he was one confident asshole. “Yes, fuck me like I’m your personal whore.” His speed and ferocity. I told her and she took her bag and went and changed. She emerged a six-former again. She came up to me, grabbed her binder and hugged it, and stood in front of me, a foot apart.“Thanks for today, it was, eh, interesting.” she said with a lop-sided grin.“Don’t forget you’re wearing lipstick.” I said as she turned and let herself out.I should have kissed her! Was she waiting for it? Should I have tried? What had she meant with Brenda, ‘Just friends?’ I beat myself up and shouted at myself all.