<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Her eyes were fixed on the way the Captain was slowly unbuttoning her jacket. Unlike the way Zara was with the whores, when she was with a Jane or a John she was on her best behavior. After all, they were the ones that paid so handsomely to be with her. And unlike with the other members of the household, with her clients...she tried not to let her outburst get the best of her. During her time at 'work', her focus was entirely on them.<br/><br/>Like now; she wished the Captain would have let her undress her. Zara's fingers were itching to touch every inch of the woman. But, she was given an order and she would do it.<br/><br/>"Yes, Captain," Zara bowed her head and after scooting past her, she moved to her black dresser. She knelt down so that she could open the bottom drawer and slowly began to pull out her favored toys.<br/><br/>A thick and wooden paddle. Vibrators. Clit teasers. ropes. Scarves. Nipple clamps. candles with a lighter. She gathered as much as she could in her arms and stood up to arrange them on the bed, proudly on display.<br/><br/>She turned and bowed her head to her, saying quietly, "I will have one of the servants fetch the glass of ice, Captain."<br/><br/>Making her way to the door, she stepped out and looked from side to side and as luck would have it, one of the servants was coming up the stairs. Snapping her fingers, Zara ordered, "A glass of ice. Now."<br/><br/>Opening her bedroom door and stepping inside, Zara moved towards the middle of the room and murmured, "If it would please you...I'd like to undress now while we wait for the ice to be brought?"<br/><br/>Giving the Captain a hungry look, Zara flicked her tongue out to tease her lower lip before she reached to her side and slowly brought down the zipper to her peach dress, reaching for the thins straps and slowly letting the dress slip down. Underneath she wore nothing but a pair of thin peach undies, which were transparent so they left nothing to the imagination.<br/><br/>Stepping out of the dress, she left it on the floor as she did a slow turn for the Captain, allowing the Captain to see the slightly faded but always permanent whip marks along her thighs. The burn mark right above her breast was the only flaw she had on her chest.<br/><br/>Her nipples ached as they puckered against the feel of the air in the room against the sensitive flesh. She remained in her stilettos and with her panties, asking softly, "Would you like me to remove everything, Captain?"<br/><br/>She loved saying that...Captain. <em>Gods, she wanted to touch her client so desperately!</em></span>