But she wiggled free. "I have to pee," she said. I sensed an opportunity."Well, what if I don't let you go?" I had kept my arm around her. When I spok..., the arm tightened. She started to struggle."Honey! Do you want me to wet the bed?" No, but I might want you to wet me," I replied. Her eyes widened in shock. I'd never breached the subject of the latest fetish to catch my eye. She'd responded favorably the first time I spanked her. She'd struggled then, too, but I prevailed and she came before. As I exited the chopper they gave me a reflective banner to stretch out, if I needed help. They advised me that displaying it, ended my share of the experiment. I’m keeping this journal just to keep myself from going insane ... I hope.It’s dark now so I’m writing by fire light. When I volunteered for this experiment, I spent thirty days pitching the tent I was given, and building dozens of fires with my piece of flint and steel knife. I got so I was pretty good at it before I ever left home. I. I didn't really think anything would happen. Honestly, I just enjoyed the fact that she was attracted to me.We were sitting close on the couch, talking about what movie we wanted to watch. The wine made me feel floaty and dangerous. She laughed in a way I hadn't heard before, sort of girly and loose. She was clearly distracted by me. I made a move to scratch myself under my skirt and her eyes were instantly down there. "What if we didn't watch a movie?" I asked."What, then?" "What if we found. The door then opened slowly and Karen appeared around it and softly tip-toeing to the farside of the bed getting in with out stripping she put her arm around to rub up and down my torso and kissing my back. My body soon began to respond and as Karens hand lowered she found my cock growing and began to slowly stroke it helpingit grow harder.I could feel her other hand move to open the buttons on her jeans into her what must have been now wet patch. I couldnt rsist any longer and moved my hand.