His wife was awake now. ‘Oh, Will,’ she moaned as she squirmed beneath him. Emily loved waking up this way, her husband between her legs with her...pussy already in his mouth. She cried out as he sucked on her clit and pushed a finger deep inside her wet cunt. ‘Fuck baby, you’re so wet already.’ ‘Mmmm. Keep playing and I’ll get even wetter,’ with that Emily pushed his head back down between her thighs. His wife was getting into it now. Thrusting up into his mouth, pushing his head down. He. Her mother in law also, asked her to watchover me and ensure that I get better. She replied, "Don't worry Ma, tonightI will ensure that he improves", she winked at me. This sent chills down myspine. I went home showered, applied perfume and just wore a boxer shortsand was waiting for aunty to show up.Aunty came with thermos flask and zandu balm bottle looked at me, laughedsaying "Not good for someone with fever and headache to be wearing boxers".She was wearing a housecoat which was thick. She. They were instructed on how to diplomatically seek confirmation of a man's words without giving cause for false offence. (What, don't you trust me? I am insulted!) They were taught how to keep their purse close and their weapons ready, and to not be lulled by a smiling face. In short, how to survive in the world. This was the main purpose of 'bedtime stories', and why fairy tales were so dark in their older versions.John's stories encouraged honorable behavior, while Tuk's cautioned against. There was a new box with another paltry meal. At least the sandwich was peanut butter and jelly, not bologna, and there was a pear, instead of an apple. That little variety meant a lot.We also each had three different pills to take.I count myself lucky that I had three friends I could rely on to not eat my share of the food while I showered.Until I was kidnapped and confined, I don’t think I had ever been truly hungry. During all our time being imprisoned, I left out the continual tummy rumbles.