Throughout the day, I saw how both of them were throwing glances towards Sandra. She had her white bikini on. It was a bit transparent, and I think th...at one could glimpse her pubes through it. Mustafa joined his kids in the water when he saw Sandra go in, for example. He ended up talking to her. I doubt that it was a coincidence.Back at the hotel after our second day at the beach, Sandra and I took our turns in the shower while the kids went out to the arcade. I was tired after the full day in. I can try, but you are devilishly hard to resist.”She smiled contentedly at that and shook her head.“Is that shake of your head that you don’t believe that of yourself, or you’re not sure we’re going to manage it?”“Both!” and she laughed, her eyes twinkling. “I think I’ll feel safer if I stay at my place. Once the smell of paint has gone down, I’ll move in then. In any case, I’m off to London on the fourth and I’ll be going home early next week to see my parents before then.”I couldn’t help. For a split second I thought about running but quickly realized that there was no point. Our masters had found us! As sex slaves, we were only permitted to make love when it pleased our masters, never to satisfy our own desires. We gave our bodies to whomever our masters ordered us to, whenever they ordered us to. Often we were forced to have sex to entertain our master’s friends at large social gatherings. Sometimes with men, sometimes with women, sometimes with strange and exotic devices. Normally, military tactics were focused on killing or incapacitating as many enemy as possible. In their plan, each kill would be for security, or to accomplish a specific mission objective.The primary mission was killing ex-general Robert Branch. However, getting a bead on him was going to be difficult, and dangerous. To draw him out, their unit would be ghosts, and would ensure ISIS forces lost every battle they joined. Accomplishing that goal without the Demon, the ex-General, ISIS.