I was breaking into a sweat just trying to imagine what he was thinking. My nipples were hard and rubbing against the inside of my lacy black bra. My ...ussy was throbbing and I my mind was filled with dirty thoughts that I knew I wouldn’t act on. I was a married woman and too shy to even talk to Mike much less do any of the stuff filling my head. I mentally willed the new guy to leave. Mike and I had been alone before, but I hadn’t given him any real signals that I wanted him, and he was too. Along the way I picked up a stone as big as my clenched fist. When I was within a fifty feet of the herd, I stopped and waited a while, giving the guard beasts a chance to settle from any unease my movements might have caused. When I was ready, I raised up slightly and threw the stone, arching it up and over the near corner of the herd and into the grasses just past the grass runner who stood guard there.The sound of the grass rustling as the stone passed through it, and then the thud if it. The king and his wizards repeated this scene several more times, offering vague new threats each time. I was far less enlightening during those sessions than in the first. They threatened new tortures and a variety of deaths — burning, being staked out for the beasts of the peat, disemboweling — nothing to make me sit up and take notice, metaphorically at least. Dead is dead in the end after all.I took my by now accustomed spot in the shade of the wall after a visit with the king in which he. . No, I'd better keep this to myself. Maybe the changewould go away and in a day or so I'd be returned to my own body. I could not sit around in a towel all day so I rummaged through mydrawers and closets for clothes.. My jockey shorts were not too bad afit but boxer shorts were a bit loose at the waist. My pants were allthe wrong proportions. My shirts hung on me except where pushed out bythe new breasts, but at least they were comfortable and covered myalien new body. My socks were all too.