They are both sexily slim, Cathy is a Brunet with shiny green eyes and sensuous lips to match, if I was to compare breast size then Cathy has lovely p...air of 34s, Lucy id a dainty 28 but who was looking anyway. Frankly now I did not care what was happening right now over there as Cathy pushed me into the sofa. Stephen had already lost his trousers and Lucy had her top off revealing her shapely breasts encased in a black smooth fit bra, her nipples showing through the thin material. She was. "You're new here," he said, distracting me away from his large package.My face felt flush at the thought of being caught staring at a man's cock, but thankfully I could blame the hot sauna for my red face, and not my embarrassment at staring at his cock. I replied, "Yes, well I worked out last week after work, but found it too busy and I was too tired from the long day at work." It is much quieter here in the morning," he agreed."I am enjoying it much more," I answered, doing all I could to not. Humans loved. We were rakshasas. We were predators.We feasted upon them. How could you ever love your prey?But then I met Lucy. The first time I saw her crying in the slave pens, draped in rags, her body whipped and bruised, cum dribbling down her breasts and face, something kindled in my heart. She was destined for the brothels. Or to be sold as a kennel slave to pleasure gladiators and fighters. But her eyes met mine. Those soft, brown doe-eyes. The moment I locked on them, I was lost. That. Ernie was laughing his ass off after he came in. They finally signed off, and Ernie eventually managed to stop laughing enough to talk to us."What the hell is so funny?" John asked, as he turned from his receiver to look at us."They're both still pissed and are threatening each other," Ernie replied. "The people in Hanoi are accusing the people in Attapu of being careless and not doing their job, and the people in Attapu are accusing those in Hanoi of sending them bad explosives and gas, plus.