My brother was captaining the Trireme fighting at her side. In her desperation, she cruelly rammed her ship into her Persian allies. My brother was ki...lled not by the Athenians, but by the cowardly cunt. I trained her 1st in the fine art of erotic strip-dancing. I took great pleasure in seeing her strip off the last remnants of her chainmail. With it were the last scraps of her old life. She was now nothing more than a Persian concubine.I had trained hundreds of Greek girls before, many came. "Yeah, whatever - makes no difference where you belong when you start dancing that tight cute ass on the end of my stiff cock, filthy little ARAB bitch!"But Guy wasn't smiling. He sighed, stubbed out his cigarette with his heel and spoke in a slow, patient voice. "The kid's right - she's not Arabic and there's no need to insult her. Pete, if you lay one finger on this kid you'll have to deal with her master AND her father ... and then I will kill you!" He smiled at a stunned Guljana and picked. I know the male ego. "Yeah, well it is kinda hard to argue with you on that one. But, that said, fuck you!" I turned and headed out. I was talking Humphrey Bogart, but inside I was Don Knots. My stomach was roiling, my heart was beating an irregular staccato, and I was praying to all the gods at once that my staunch position on the matter would get her to stop her cheating on me. But, even then, could I forgive the cheating cunt! Hell if I knew, yet. **** When I left I had determined to. "Ronnie was sitting up beside me, her lips near my ear. She whispered, "Fuck her, Steven."Martha taunted me with whispers from below and Ronnie with whispers beside me. I wasn't going to last long, and we'd barely got started.I looked down at Martha's wildly lascivious grin. I gasped, "You're gonna make me cum like that. You're both driving me crazy."Martha teased, "That's the idea."I slowed down. The wild itch was already growing in me. I slowed more, and I said, "Not yet."Martha said, "Want.