After dinner I curled up on the couch andspent a quiet, uneventful evening relaxing in the pleasure of thefeminine clothes.Locking up the house I went...to my room and changed into sheer blackpanties and a baby doll nightie. Lying under the covers, my mind againdrifted back to the talk we had during the football game. For the firsttime I considered what sex with a man might be like. I had to agree withKen, two guys did not strike me as arousing. Then it occurred to me thatI did have the ability. °°°"Land ho!"The call of the lookout made Macro come on deck. Three days ago they had arrived at Tabar, touching land for the first time since sailing from Hanilei. Tabar had been quiet during the civil strife. For once the Steward of Tabar had kept the reins in his hands, even subduing a small group of lesser nobles who had foolishly tried to take over the harbour fortifications.Macro had visited the Steward's palace, allowing the man to make formal acquaintance of the Princesses. The Steward. ‘What the hell?’ ‘It’s a mojo, man,’ he said. ‘A love charm. Get you any girl you want, you know?’ I looked at his face to see if he was putting me on, but it was hard to tell. He always had this over-eager look, a hustler’s grin. ‘What the hell do I want with that? It’s a fucking dead frog!’ ‘It’s a mojo, asshole!’ he said, covering the box up. ‘I’m offering it to you. Just fifty bucks. Get you any pussy you want, for real! You know how much these things are worth? I mean, this thing works.. And you said it yourself, no one comes down here.”When Emily Elizabeth looks back at the man, her face turns red. He not only just used her own words against her, but he is standing completely naked with that ridiculous fake horse cock attached to him. Well, it is not really ridiculous, especially with the pleasure it brings, but she does wonder what it is he’s hiding. She wants to ask him about it, but decides to avoid it as to not spoil the mood.“Well?” he suddenly asks.Emily Elizabeth shakes.