We were served breakfast with the queen and the prince and invited to remain while she took care of the business with the local guard. When the curren...t captain of the guard was brought into her presence, the queen refused to mention his name. She said that she did not want to insult any one else who had the hitherto unblemished name that he carried. Queen Hepsol did tell the malefactor why he was called to account. She had him bound and ordered that he be thrown to the crocodiles. The man was. “What about the woman?” he demanded.“Gwen will be accompanying me, IF I decide to undertake your ‘mission’,” I told him in a voice that indicated that I would not compromise on this issue. He exhaled heavily again, before changing the subject.“How the hell can I tell the Director that we lost half of the K-9 unit and in less than ten minutes?” he demanded in an angry voice.“That’s your problem not mine, but you might start with the truth,” I said with a smile, much to his horror.“Tell ... tell. I didn’t go to work on Monday. I phoned Sarah and said I wasn’t well, which was true, I could hardly walk my bottom hurt so much. I stayed in bed most of the day and by the evening began to feel better. My pussy and nipples were better now, the cream that Jo had given me worked well, and my bottomhole began to feel better using the suppositories. I wondered what sex there would feel like after this experience. I didn’t want to lose the feeling of anal sex. The first time had been so good and,. This time he bit my lip before his lips found mine. Instead of helping me wind back my desire to cum, his actions increased my need, and I knew I’d have to stop fingering myself before I disappointed my Master and came against orders. You try it sometime. Try being that close to climax and having to stop yourself. It was absolute torture, and I briefly considered letting myself cum anyway.I’d rubbed myself and been rubbed by Chastity more in the last couple of days than I’d touched myself.