<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Khalida the slavegirl</strong></span><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i600.photobucket.com/albums/tt82/android1966/Decorated%20images/hunter_002a-1.jpg)</div>Knelt in front of the Prince as she was, when her master stripped himself Khalida's head was level with his crotch. Though she did not move her head to stare, the slave did slyly raise her eyes to his manhood. The Prince was as well endowed as any choice male bedslave Khalida judged, and a slight colouring rose to her cheeks at her temerity to assess a master so.<br/><br/>The Prince commanded his slave to join him and to wash him. Whilst he swum a lap of the pool, Khalida gathered what was required. Taking a finely crafted glass jar of soap and a large sponge, a rarity on the desert world of Takrin and a costly imported luxury. Khalida soaped her body well, working up a rich creamy lather over her breasts, stomach and loins.<br/><br/>"Tell me, what was your mistress like?" The Prince asked.<br/><br/>Khalida started her washing of the Prince, seating herself close behind him her legs spread to encircle his hip. Her soapy body pressed up against his back. Khalida moved her body sinuously, her breasts massaging and soaping the Prince. Her warm body molded to his as she moved, supple as a snake to ensure that every inch of his back was soaped and scrubbed by the contact.<br/><br/>"Master, my mistress was a warrior." Khalida began. "A soldier of the Ssinn'urn Elghinn, the beautiful death. Or at least that was so when first I wore her collar. She was a hard mistress, but fair. I was never whipped for amusement, only for my transgressions or in instruction."<br/><br/>Satisfied that the Prince's back was thoroughly soaped, Khalida rose and reapplied the diminished lather to her body. Stepping around the Prince she sat in his lap and as she had done with his back used her lithe body to massage and clean his chest and stomach. With her knees spread to his sides her bald sex was pressed against his genitals. Her hips rotated, so that her soap covered mons caressed his cock and ballsack.<br/><br/>"When the Nei's war was won my mistress left the military." Khalida whispered, her face only inches from the Prince's. "She bought herself a property here in the capital and searched for a woman fit to be her wife. Alas the woman she chose, the daughter of a merchant, regarded me as a rival. My mistress was always of a lusty nature and her new wife feared she could not compete with a trained bedslave when it came to lovemaking."<br/><br/>Khalida picked up the sponge and used it to soap those parts of the Prince that her body had not touched. His arms, his legs and his neck she gently soaped.<br/><br/>"And so I found myself in the marketplace master." Khalida concluded. "Where I was purchased as tribute to you, oh Prince."