Mara waits quietly, listening to their voices murmur on about her. She still struggled with what to do with her hands and Now held them loosely at her sides as the King returned to circle her. The slap to her back side caught her off guard and startled a small yelp of surprise followed unwittingly by a short giggle.<br/><br/>The giggle is gone as excitement returns fully. The strong, broad chest pressed against her and Mara's lips part with her breathing as the large hands slide around her to cup and fondle her breasts. The King is not gentle in his touch and Mara finds her head spinning with the sensation.<br/><br/>"Yes my King." Mara murmurs in reply, shivering for the sensation of his hot breath over her ear and the gentle kiss at her neck. As she feels his excitement behind her, Mara feels her own grow further. She licks her own lips as the Queen bares herself as the King wishes.<br/><br/>Clarisse's body is near to perfection in Mara's eyes. Smooth soft skin. Dressing the Queen had always been a pleasure for Mara, She enjoyed the few chances she'd gotten to brush over Clarisse's body as she'd assisted her. The tender touch was met with a warm smile but Mara's eyes spoke more to the arousal she felt in the presence of these the royal couple.<br/><br/>Mara turned then and worked to free the King's manhood from his layers of royal garb. Her background, of course, being of assistance in this case as freeing a man's cock in a timely fashion was something a whore should be capable of doing on demand, as her King had just done. It was a mere moment and Mara had the stiff member in her hand with a soft coo of pleasure.<br/><br/>"How shall I touch your cock, my King?" She smiled suggestively as her hand stroked the firm length in her hand.