It was a gorgeous pussy, and I trembled as I moved my hand between her legs. I touched the outside of her lips first, grazing the inside of her tender...thigh as I rubbed my fingertips across her delicate folds. I paused briefly, then slid my index finger into her slit, not yet penetrating her. She was incredibly wet, and my finger was instantly moist as I pressed up and around her pronounced clit. Her reaction was instantaneous, her body nearly convulsing as I began to make deliberate circles. Was I being prepared – but for what? Why me? Why go through all the hassle? I couldn’t make head and tail of this. There were enough pretty, willing and sexy women on the market. They didn’t need me. And Tom? What was his part in this? Would I see him again? And when? I stepped out of the shower. Freckles stood and wrapped me into a towel, then did the same with my hair. It felt good to be covered. The towels were soft and warm. They had me sit in a chair. I pulled my legs up and hugged them,. The man who was formerly my wife stepped out. Even though I was stillattracted to women, even I could appreciate the physical specimen thatstood before me. He was three inches taller than me and looked like hehad been in a gym everyday of his life. He kept looking at his hands andflexing his muscles."I feel so...powerful!". He boomed in a thick baritone. He reached downand picked me up like I was a small child."NOW I'm a man. This is incredible!"After a few more minutes of flexing and. None of the survivors were officers or leaders of any kind, they were all simple sailors. They were all Prince Alfred’s men, though, and they had all sworn to die before being captured by the King. They all seemed surprised to hear that we weren’t from Central Isle and weren’t in any way connected to the King of All the Isles.Not that it mattered much. They wouldn’t have surrendered to a bunch of Hunter Island assholes, either. Begging our pardon, of course. I stepped in, there.“No offense.