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, Be...cause 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 Europe fighting the Cold War, until the Army could legally send me to the Hot War. Rest assured when my day came I got. Our tongues explored each others mouths as our hands concurrently explored felt each other's tightly, leather-clad, bodies. We came up for air on occasion knowing that this was a terrible, awfully bad thing, but the sight of each other's lust in our eyes simply fueled the passion, and our tongues slid effortlessly back into each other's mouths. Before long our mouths were all over each other from the neck and earlobes down. My cock was now as hard as a flagpole and forcing its way vertical,. It helped to lubricate everything and it went much easier after that. Soon, his tongue was sliding deep inside her very core and she gave up all of her privacy and secret interior corners to his explorations.The constant copulations with the three eager males had caused Doris to lose a dozen pounds of unwanted weight from her waistline and had shaped up her backside into an even more attractive package ready to be pounded by cocks drawn to her cozy nest. The Skipper was falling into a routine. The final photo in the envelope was also disturbing. It was a rear shot of Portia, her head turned to face the camera. Buried inside of her pussy underneath her was a huge black cock. In her ass and straddling her back was another black man's cock, this one only half way inside of her. In between her beautiful lips and on her pristine face was yet another cock, this was apparently just spewed it's hot greasy cum all over her face, as the cum was dripping down her chin. All three men's faces.