I took Martin aside and whispered in his ear, "Trust me. As soon as we are alone we can talk. Right now, we have to play to the camera."He nodded but ...till didn't look happy. I'm sure it was more the bullshit of the TV show, than the Atwoods. I went to the bedroom to pass out. I was that tired. I had been stumbling around for the last twenty minutes. I can watch the video the next morning, I thought.I still wouldn't let Gwen leave the house alone, so I rode with her to get breakfast for. Not as sore as shethought she might, but still tender. Also, the sensation of herunderpants against her vagina was making her constantly aware of it, notexactly aroused but alert to herself.She decided a bath might help. But first she wanted to see what itlooked like in the mirror. She began running the bath, then came backinto the bedroom and undressed quickly.She stood naked before the mirror. Her vagina was now fully exposed. Shehad never seen a woman like this before except in pictures,. We started talking for a while and that’s the first time I noticed her.She was dark and slim, with pear body shape. I noted that she has got medium sized but well shaped boobs – probably of size 32. Since it’s awkward right after a commitment begins we talked normal stuff till it became really late and everyone went to sleep.It started raining outside, and she was looking outside through the window. I wrapped my arms around her tummy and pressed them inside. I could feel that they were soft and. Shaking my arm until the blood reached its operating pressure and the tingling faded I stared up at the bright white ceiling, trying to recall the details of my very vivid wet dream. I attempted to focus on the shape of my captor's body and played back latent images in the vain hope of uncovering his identity. Despite the physical differences, was it some projection of Adam? Symbolic of the trust I placed in him and his success at emotionally and sexually freeing me? Or was it some, as yet.