Kelly wasn't sure what it was, but people like this general turned her on.
As she stared down the imposing figure before her, she pondered her husband. He was kind, thoughtful (when he wasn't working), considerate, and always put her first. He loved her and she loved him in return. The guards that she'd spend three days being ravaged by, as powerful and menacing as they could be they still honored and respected her. But men like the general in front of her, Michael, and even the old security guard in Istanbul, how they considered her as little more than a cunt to be fucked and discarded... she shivered in arousal.
"I am a slut of Isis yes." she confirmed, silently reveling in his degradation of her. "And if it'll help you believe me, then do with me as you will."