"But warriors are treated as warriors be they men or not." Admirable," he said as she laced up her sandals. "But I'm afraid you'll have to forgive me ...or being a bit backward when it comes to that. I know that you're a warrior; hell, I saw you fight! But still, it's going to take some getting used to."She tried to push herself up off the bed but her legs wouldn't cooperate. Reaching up she grabbed hold of his shoulder and pulled herself upright. She was surprised at how solid he felt. It was. And some good shots of Bridget also.Jane Fonda was honest and did not ever say sorry about taking off her cloths. What you see was what you got with her. Did it make her actions as a Traitor count any less. No they did not and in some ways made them count more, Because despite the popular spin that she was a controlled Bimbo she was far from it and knew full well what she was doing.It was 1968 and I was at Fort Lewis doing Dwell Time, exactly 6 months to the day recovering from 3 years in. He let out a grunt, and his entire body convulsed, the head of his penis jumping several times. She leaned down, pressing herself to his chest, and kissing him as she guided him in. They moaned into each other’s mouths as she sank down. He instinctively took hold of her buttocks, his fingers digging into the flesh through her underwear. She took his face in her hands and gazed into his eyes, a strand of saliva hanging in the air between her lips and his. Gasps and panting breaths filled the. “Not yet,” said DeShawn. “I want to fuck you in that tight little ass of yours. Get on your hands and knees.”Kimi, despite the tremors of orgasm that still coursed through her body, was shocked and frightened. “No!” she exclaimed. “I can’t! Please, it’s too big! It’ll tear me apart!”The sudden vicious sting of his hand knocked Kimi back on the bed. Her cheek burned where he had slapped her, and she looked up in sudden fear.“Don’t you EVER say no to me!” he growled. “That shit might work.