But as they spoke she had found herself drawn, first by the glowing intellect she saw in the brown eyes behind his rimless spectacles, then by the inc...easing warmth she saw there, mirroring her own. The explanation had become a conversation; the conversation so engaging that it needed to be continued elsewhere… And the next thing Susan knew she was requesting permission to live off base; first in his cramped bachelor apartment and later a snug rented cottage situated roughly between the army. Some fly at the speed of light, others take their time, most don't know what the hell they're doing. I am the kind who takes their time and I do it with everything. Some would describe me as slow and I would have no trouble with that at all. I describe myself as slow; I eat slowly, I talk slowly, I move slowly thus making myself fashionably late wherever I go. But I would not be late tonight; I would be right on time.I remembered the first time I had visited, I had done the same things, felt. Although this was the start of President Grant's so-called Peace Policy towards the Indians, raiding for the Comanche and Kiowa was a way of life and would persist despite white attempts at acculturating, Christianizing, and pacifying the Indians.The day of Comanche supremacy were numbering fewer and fewer as the decade of the seventies began and advanced. Even so, this supremacy died a hard death. White Woman was living with a Comanche group, witnessing these final days first hand.A new phase. “And then he fucked me!” she continued as I struck her right cheek again. “No condom, I bet.” I massaged her ass, rubbing in the sting as well as warming her up for more. “No, he just thrust into me and fucked me and—ah, ah!” I struck again, hitting each cheek once. “And what? You just let a perfect stranger fuck you bareback? I bet you let him cum inside you, too.” “Yes, yes!” she screamed. Her pussy was soaked and practically dripping down her thighs, and I was no longer anywhere near soft. I.