We drank enough wine to make us cheerful and I ate enough to make me welcome the walk back to Polly's, holding hands. We'd sat with Polly, Arthur, Bar...bara and Michael for a while, talking about the little domestic triumphs and disasters of the day.Robert and I had kissed goodnight at the front door, casually, trying not to excite, but the tension underneath had been crackling. The oddest limbo.Barbara had come into my room and talked. She was kind and gentle too. Encouraging me. I'd poured out. So he did. He reached down and rubbed two fingers through my wetness, then held them under his nose, inhaling deeply.“Your husband has good taste,” he grinned, then sucked his fingers, something that made a rush of excitement course rush through me. “Are you here with him?” he asked.“I am,” I said.“But you’re in here with me, exposing yourself to me, letting me touch your pussy?” he said.“Yes. It was he who suggested I not wear panties tonight,” I breathed.“And what else did he suggest you. 2.August 1943Camp Micheaux, Shippensburg, Penna.Liebling Gisela, I hope you are safe. I heard about the bombing of Hamburg. Please write as soon as you can and confirm you made it through that inferno.Ernst, Hans, Oskar, Willi and I share a mess in the Kriegsgefangener [prisoner-of-war] camp here in Pennsylvanien. This is a temporary camp. The Amis will move us somewhere permanent after they finish interogatting us. The transport that brought us to Amerika was an adventure, to say the least. It. I had bought Jane a matching red patentlocking lace up arm binder, complete with separate hand pouches sothat she couldn't mess her nails up. We put the arm binder on her andlaced it up tight. We installed the shoulder straps to correct andmaintain her posture, and hooked the metal d ring that was at the endof the hand pouches to the back of the corset with another loudclicking lock. After severe warnings of punishments to come if she talked withoutfirst being talked to, I removed Jane's gag.