<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>The Prince sluiced the last remnants of any dirt from his body with a dip into the pool. When he returned to the edge he moved with the speed and accuracy of the Takrin cobra. Khalida let out a surprised gasp as she was seized and thrust up and over the pool's ledge.<br/><br/>Believing that at last her master meant to mount her, Khalida eagerly spread her legs. Instead his fingers returned to her heated sex, worrying her clitoris and making the slavgirl whimper and  tremble with unsatisfied lust. As before, just as release was upon her the Prince's fingers moved on. Leaving Khalida almost sobbing with want.<br/><br/>Khalida's full rounded breasts were crushed in his grasp, the pliant flesh massaged and kneaded by strong fingers. Her nipples were so engorged that they throbbed and ached at the slightest touch.<br/><br/>"You know you want it Khalida. Just say want you want and I may give it to you..."  Her Prince encouraged.<br/><br/>"Use me master." Khalida begged. "Use your cock on me please. I am on fire. Please have mercy on your poor slave my lord. Sheath your cock in poor Khalida's cunt."