In the middle of my contemplations, a knock sounds from the door. Before she even opens the wood panel, I know it is my mother, coming to see her daug...ter one last time. She enters my quarters, and I see she is bearing a small black box in her hand. ‘My daughter, you bring your family great honor tomorrow,’ she says. As we sit together on the edge of the bed, I know this to be true. In our homeland, men have all the power and control, and a woman’s fate is determined by what men take interest. Hardly the kind to set your bed sheets on fire, but you could keep them in their place, and that's what she liked. However this situation was so different.Once again she felt herself having to lay in a squatting frog position her legs out wide to allow the intruders strong waist between them. His fat belly was rubbing up her sweating flat tummy, his rough nipple touching her larger tender teats as he went. He'd untied her and he didn't care if she fought back. She realised he could easily crush. And when you have to defecate, wipe from front to back. The reason being we have to keep that stuff from getting inside our vaginas in order to prevent infections.? She then helped back to the other room where I insisted she help me regain my sea legs for a few minutes before I got back into bed.True to her word, Carol came back and removed the rest of my bandages a couple of days later, giving me my first look at the new me. There is a lot of bruising left and the incision from my navel. " Yes, I'm sure." To be honest her repeated question was causing my erection to throb. The fact that a sexy woman was in bed with me was not unnoticed by my glands.Her face was a cross between discomfort and curiosity, as she stood up from the bed. Her shirt fell down around her body, but for a moment, I could see her light blue panties in full light. She may have lost the baby-doll last night, but the panties had stayed on. It might have been my imagination, but they seemed darker than they.