The cold side of my mind reminds me that I’m not allowed to speak just in time. Thankful? I feel thankful? Towards her? Sudden overwhelming rage bur...s through me. Impotent rage. What could I do? Bite the sensitive flesh inches from my mouth? She couldn’t free me without getting tools, and that means I’d need to release her. I don’t dare.A squirt bottle appears, inches from my face. I open my mouth, eager for a drink, and she squirts the water in. I greedily drink the entire thing, shoving my. I talked dirty and kept complimenting on how sexy that Hmong actress was. It made my wife mad so she teared off her shirt and said ‘What am I?HUH? Is she really better than me????She took off her clothes and grabbed my hair and pulled my face to her pussy. She said ‘Can’t you smell this huh????Can you feel it???It’s fucking wet just for you. She also said, ‘You’re my husband but won’t fuck me for two whole weeks, and you don’t even have the ego to come ask for sex. I was already hard from. She felt like throwing up, and so she went to the washbasin. I was holding her and accidentally, I brushed her hips and boobs! It was so arousing. She puked a little on her saree, and so she had to wipe it off with water. I told her I will get a juice for her, and left her alone for a while.When I was walking away from the department, the watchman approached me and told me that the fest organizers needed a box and he was supposed to bring it. I told him that it was in a class on the first floor. “Well gentlemen this will be your new home until we leave. You’ll find blankets over by the crates. There’s a café of sorts at the side of the road two hundred yards away, the food is basic but edible. There’s bottled water alongside the blankets, don’t drink anything but bottled water. I would suggest Shaun that we eat in shifts say four at a time. I’ve opened some of the crates and taken out eight P 37’s along with spare mags. Also eight MP40’s, I don’t expect trouble, but it’s best to.