Things didn’t seem any different, but then my cock remained soft. It would not harden. I wasn’t intoxicated, nervous, sleep deprived or simila.... G accepted my “failure”, but I was far from at peace. Previous failures had always had a clear cause and weren’t troubling. This was different. For the rest of our weekend together, there was no pressure put upon me, but I was unsettled. When we came to bed or remained in bed, what had come so naturally was suddenly gone.Erectile. I could see her cunt behind its semi-transparent fabric, clearly excited, her clit already swollen and wanting stimulation, her labial lips beginning their long journey to sexual satisfaction that night. There was a little damp patch coming through, indicating to me that she already wanted Roger in her very much. ??????????? ? ??????????? I focused on that, taking in her smell but it was partly masked by the latex scent of Roger’s preparatory dildos in her,. Her scent was still capturing me. It took all of my focus not to let my mind wander off to my fantasies again. “Is everything going okay with you, Mina?”“Y-yes, I’m f-fine.” I managed.“There’s no ... problematic situations going on at home or anything? If something is stressing you out, you can tell me.” Her voice dripped with concern for me.“I w-would want to tell you. If something was going on. Which it isn’t. Nothing bad. Like, nothing to note,” I stumbled.“Okay,” she said resignedly. “Is it. She will not be allowed to go outside alone. She will be available to "serve" the prince in bed and this is his determination. If he chooses not to "grace" (polite word for fuck) her, that is his business. She has no say-so and must keep her thoughts to herself, no matter how much of an itch she gets.It was not unusual for concubines to be disciplined by the prince. Confinement to her residence, without visitors, for three days seemed to be a common sentence. Servants, male and female, were.