<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">As soon as the necklace laid around her neck, Zara closed her eyes and a small, evil smile curved her lips. She was silently debating whether or not to walk out of the room with such a beautiful piece around her for all the other whores to see. Anel would be instantly jealousy and Fiona would see that fucking could bring the same pleasures as making love. But all those thoughts flew out the window when she felt his hand wrap around her, pulling her close.<br/><br/>With a soft sigh, Zara submitted and willingly went to where he wished her to be, shifting to settle more comfortably on his lap. She could feel his hard shaft pressing against her backside and she quivered, her eyes opening to look down at how small she looked compared to him. She didn't mind it; she loved the way her Johns manhandled her and manipulated her in whichever way they wanted to. At his whisper thought, she heard herself moan softly. It was as if he could read her very thoughts.<br/><br/>Zara shifted and spread her legs so that she was straddling his lap, nestling her sex against his cock. She wanted to reach down and slide him back inside, to ride him and bring them both off...but she would be patient. It wasn't her best virtue but for the Colonel, she was willing to let him do everything he wanted to her. Happily would she submit...as long as he continued to drive her mad with desire and want. Which wasn't too difficult considering her pussy was throbbing to have his cock back inside, fucking her and making her bounce on top of his lap. With a little whimper, Zara arched her back, rubbing her breasts against his hands.<br/><br/>"Majesty," She purred softly, turning her head to lick and kiss his neck. She whispered softly, "Tell me more stories. Tell me...did the Queen beg for her life before you sprayed her blood everywhere?" She wanted to hear about the Queen who hadn't been able to keep the precious jewels. The Queen who had failed...where Zara had gained.</span>