I went looking for the croppers. Same drawer as her underwear and alongside them was the combination lock from her belt but no sign of the belt. I sto...d looking at the lock for a minute.What did that mean? Had she set herself free? I spiralled down again. I went back to deep breathing. Ten minutes of that and I decided to crop my lock and hit the sauna. An hour of that with a few lengths of the pool between the heat sessions and I felt a lot better. There was one possibility I hadn’t. The worst thing was, I concluded wrongly, that the buxom blonde and my sister were lovers. My randy sister had become a lesbian. They slept in the same bed, and last night I couldn't help but hear their lovemaking, their groans and the squealing springs as they did whatever they were doing together. My imagination knew no bounds. And my cock went limp.I had even been doing Kegel exercises regularly and could stop my piss stream at will and hold back an ejaculation if I wanted to. That ability. The queen held up her hand before the captain could strike me. “Let him speak.”“I did not ask to be brought here, but since I am here, I will speak for my people.”Her eyes narrowed. “Your people are raiders. They have attacked my soldiers and subjects without cause.”“We do have cause. Your commanders have claimed our land as their own, and they refuse our diplomacy. They say that you have ordered them to take that land.”“I gave no such orders.”“Then perhaps your commanders are pursuing their. Oh, by the way I must not forget to tell you what Annabel had wrapped ina small box with a pretty pink bow on top waiting my arrival at school.She is the sweetest person you could wish to have as a girlfriend, thepink silk hanky she has turned into a gorgeous little petti for my clitwith white narrow ribbon ties threaded through an eyelet lace in thecentre which sits at the base and fits behind my little marble sack.The white hanky has "Sweet Jessica" embodied fancy in one corner usingblue.