Life carried on as normal including my sex life with my husband but I could feel the difference in their touch, hers being so much softer, not softer ...n a submissive type of way...just softer somehow. I'm sure he never noticed my mind being elsewhere!Caroline and I shared as much time as possible together without it seeming too obvious. Some days we had time to kiss and touch each other in the intimate fashion we so desired but others were filled with frustration due to our husbands or c***dren. His fingers are raw and bleeding where he has chewed at them in hopes to quiet his grumbling belly. The closet reeks of body odor and human waste. The man has not moved from his corner in three days. A band with a yellow patch identifying him as Jewish is tied around his left arm. There are a number of fresh scars on his face. Cigarette burns, an imprint from a skull ring, several cuts and bruises. His hair is caked with blood from a wound which should have been stitched and is now growing. Make love to me my brilliant man.”He tore open his pajama top and quickly kicked off the bottoms in between kissing her in return. “I love you Penny! God I love you so much.”“I love you too, honey.” Her voice was soft but clear as a bell. All doubt was gone.Hearing her say it in return nearly brought him to tears but he shoved them aside. It wasn’t easy, to wait so long to hear something and then to get it out of the clear blue, filled him with a sense of awe. He threw off the covers and rolled. Then I would circle my entire vulva, up my outer labia on one side, then down the other. Each time moving closer to my center. Behind me Gloria wrapped one arm across my upper chest, her left hand holding my right shoulder. Her other hand moved lower, resting across my belly and curling around the rest side of my waist. I bent my knees up, so my feet were flat on the bed and a foot or so from my ass, feeling my pelvis tilt forward as I moved the tip between my lips, seeking and finding my.