<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 was finding it difficult to keep her mind on her task. The Prince teased her in short measures, stroking her clitoris or labia and then witholding his touch. Her sexual arousal was fueled, but maddeningly so with her body aching for his caresses to continue and complete their work. She had to stifle a moan of frustration when he casually announced her admission of being a brigand in her former life had earned her prolonged teasing.<br/><br/>The slave could see that her master was fully aroused himself, his cock was stiff as a scimitar. The Prince's genitals were hairless, Khalida noted with pleasure. Takrin custom was for both sexes to rigourously defoliate upon reaching adulthood. She wondered if this was the same for Nesstrans. She herself had been bathed in pools that eliminated all body hair up to her neck when she had been enslaved. This she had found to be a blessing, since that day not hair had returned. How the Prince resisted the urge to take her Khalida did not know. In her experiance males had been easily manipulated when their blood flowed to their cocks and starved their inferior brains. Now however it was she who was being driven to distraction by her arousal.<br/><br/>"I hope that I am performing well, master." Khalida replied to his question. "It is rather strange to be pampering a male rather than my former mistress though."<br/><br/>Khalida rinsed off the Prince's hair with fresh water kept in ornate jugs by the pool. First using lukewarm water and then cool. She combed his long hair, leaving it fresh and shining healthily.