And I hope you might help us change the course of history!"Terrified and puzzled by words that she barely followed, Guljana whimpered urgently. She wa... so frightened she reverted to a garbled mixture of her native Pashtun dialect and broken English. "Ohh I ams n-not to like this - I ams much to scares! P-please, my Senate-master, I ams hurt sore much in m-my pussy! A-and my sister, Alexa ... much in big danger to her lifes f-from Mill..."The man who had just raped her interrupted them. "Five. Our repeated cum loads literally kept running down the inside of her thighs. A stream of cum repeatedly sliding down towards her knees. As she dressed, Vicky told us a story I'll never forget. She said her husband was a house painter and that while trying to land him a better job with the local police force, she was taught all about sex and the need for her to spread her legs to men when needed. "Like you both needed tonight" she added. Vicky described that a cop had offered that he could. " How did he do that?" Amanda asked."Simple," Joan chuckled. "We only thought that we were interrogating Hank Dalton. The truth was that he interrogated us." He what?" Amanda asked. How did he do that?" He talked. He told us so much--and he told us to look into things. Following up those leads led us to the traitors. In the process I got to know Hank Dalton better than any other person on Earth. I know Hank better than Hank knows himself. Every little personality flaw. Every phobia. When Hank. Anything else would have ended in disaster. So, here we are, best friends, colleagues, and former lovers, with a special, lifelong bond. To me, that is the best outcome we could have reasonably hoped for.”“Setting aside what was pure fantasy, the way you did with Tasha?”I chuckled, “I believe I actually lived that fantasy for several months! And I VERY much enjoyed it!”“Between you and me, and invoking my ‘Lissa’ privilege, was she the best?”I was about to contradict myself, because on further.