However, in the queen’s case, neither night nor magic was required to find out why she would not conceive. The king, for all his pompous posturing a...d parades of power, was a wimp when it came to women and bedding them, and the only ones that could get him hard enough to shoot his load were his manservants.My advice to her was simple. Either she would need to find someone else to get her pregnant or, if she did not want to risk that kind of infidelity, would need to find a way to get his sperm. She then pulled a shopping bag out from her closet and presented it to me. "These are my gift to you. They are your size and you can keep them." I opened the bag to find a dozen or so pairs of girly panties; some briefs, some bikini cut, and even a couple thongs, shades of pink, yellow, turquoise, or white, some adorned with lace or bows. All unmistakably girly. I stared at her stunned. I wasn't sure whether to feel grateful for the gift or humiliated at this new enforced wardrobe adjustment. "Ready to get out?" I asked helping her up onto still as yet unsteady feet as she stood, slipping into the luxuriously warm robe. "And dinner is ready, whenever you are. I hope you're hungry," I said pridefully having made one of her favorite dinners.I felt the exploratory caress of her hand as it slipped almost casually down the front of my shorts. "I hope it's something that can be reheated," she said nipping at my chest, her hands now busily engaged with my rapidly hardening cock. "Because. She didn’t want that. No, she didn’t want her daughter seeing that the Marshall and her had collapsed into a fit of lustful behavior. But yes, having seen her in the tub and knowing she was naked as could be he most definitely was growing mightily full of lust. And yes at first he did stare even more at her, although she knew he was unable to see any details of her tremendously sexy physique. As he stared, with a smile on him too, he worked at seeing her body even more but she knew now he.