” Amna sighed. “I’m not sure! I don’t know what to think!” She looked across at a poster of her beloved Susan for guidance, knowing full wel... that none would be forthcoming. Fatima followed her gaze, and smiled in apparent approval. “She’s a very pretty girl, isn’t she? Are you a fan?” Amna nodded sadly. “She’s why I’m in fuck films.” “Oh you poor darling!” Exclaimed Fatima, appearing to understand more than she possibly could from this brief exchange. She stood up and walked over to the bed.. Then I turned her around. Now with her back towards me, I gently took the end of her pallu and dropped it to make her blouse visible. Then with both hands gently began pressing her boobs from behind while kissing her madly.This went for about few minutes. She was now totally into this. Then I slowly put my hands underneath her blouse and my other hand was going inside her sari towards her vagina but my hand couldn’t reach because her saree was tightly put around her waist. So I pulled off her. But the coach told us that we just had to "give as well as wegot" so we weren't being shy about "mixing it up" with West Side. So oneof their Forwards was getting ready for a shot at our goal and I movedin to block him. I don't know whether it was an accident or whether hedid it on purpose but he kicked me - square in the crotch - and as hardas he could. All I remember is seeing the cleats on the bottom of hisshoe heading for my crotch and then a tremendous burst of pain and theneverything. The interrogator was laughing. "The ice water cold enough for you?"I was getting to the point where I did not know what I was going to do next. But I was pretty sure it was going to be stupid and futile."Now tell us the master command code, traitor." No. And I'm not the traitor here. You guys are. You're traitors to everything the founding father's meant America to be. You're traitors to the ethics that guide when men in uniforms are needed. Hell, you're even traitors to the military codes of.