He took us into his one-room “bedsit” and told us we could sleep in his bed and he would sleep on a mat on the floor. After a little bit of chat w... said we were tired so we undressed to our underwear and got into bed while he, as good as his word, settled down on the floor.After a little while he asked if we were OK – and then said he was cold – “Can I come into the bed too please?” I gave my wife a nudge with my elbow and she said “Sure, it’s your bed!” He slipped into bed and Jane was between. It was easier and safer to build replacements than it was to try navigating them over water.Of course we were presented with infinite opportunities for fresh meat when we were feet dry. We didn't do any hunting today though. We'd brought a few meals worth of meat and today setting out the traps was more important. Catla and the others had wised up and built carry cages from small saplings this time so we wouldn't have to stop when we ran out of room for keeping captured guineas corralled.We. “Feel that my love. Do you like it?”“Yes!”“Then go in my love, go in!”Jane slipped her index finger into Mary’s wet cunt. Her thumb teased Mary’s clit. Their mouths met in a lingering kiss.“You do know why I am in here don’t you Jane?”, Mary whispered.“Of course.”“Are you sure?”“Yes!”Mary sighed, just a little, then started to piss. The golden flow ran over Jane’s fingers. Slowly at first. To fulfill his promise to her, he needed to untie her legs; he could not do that until she regained, at least some, control of herself. He would have preferred to just nail her feet now and be done with it, while her brain suffered under sensory overload; the pain of her new nailing lost in the prior horror.But he had promised.She knew not how long she screamed, how long she writhed, in agony. In the end, it was not of her will that she regained control of her body; it was sheer exhaustion. Her.