<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>Khalida had knelt obediantly as the Nesstran and the priestess conversed. She had understood only the occasional word of their conversation. Eventually the priestess had left and the male merchant had expressed an interest in purchasing Khalida from her mistress. Khalida did not react at all when her body was offered for inspection, how else was a buyer expected to assess the worth of her? She was amazed however when she heard the Nesstran comment that he sought her not for himself, but as a gift for a prince.<br/><br/>The merchant cupped Khalida's large breasts, weighing them with his palms and assessing for himself how firm and ripe her flesh was. Though she remained silent her mouth opened and she breathed heavily as his thumbs rolled her long stiff nipples and sent jolts of pleasure through her sensitive teats.<br/><br/>The man seemed satisfied with her, quoting a price of 20,000 credits. This seemed like a fortune to Khalida and she secretly glowed with happiness that her sale would enrich her mistress.<br/><br/>Khalida's mistress paused but a moment, perhaps surprised that the Nesstran had not sought to beat her price down further. Feigning reluctance she agreed to his offer, spitting onto her palm and holding out her hand to shake and seal the deal.<br/><br/>The slavegirl wondered what it would be like to be owned by a male. She had lain with them occasionally for the amusement and entertainment of her mistress and had been schooled in the art of bringing them pleasure. Perhaps her life would be easier, being a possession of the weaker sex?