<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>At last the Prince's fingers went to Khalida's wet cunt, but rather than assuage the desperate need in her, he limited his actions to further inflaming her arousal without giving release. With a finger already teasing her tight sphincter, his other hand worried and flicked at her clitoris and a third penetrated her drooling cuntlips and massaged that sweet spot inside. The Prince feinted and withdrew his caresses so that Khalida was never certain which finger would be pressing home his assault on her body next. He soon had the slavegirl squirming and moaning continuously with pent up desire.<br/><br/>Khalida ruefully realised that he body was being played like an instrument in the hands of a musician. It was an art she had been schooled in as a bedslave. She had inflicted similar sweet torture on her mistress and her honoured guests on occasion, now she knew exactly how their bodies had burned with need. Unlike a mistress with whom she might sleep however, she was in no position to order the Prince to stop his toying and grant her an orgasm.<br/><br/>"Pray to your gods Khalida, maybe they will be kind to you and persuade me to allow you release." Her master said with a smile.<br/><br/>"Oh please master." Khalida begged between ragged moans of desire. "Your slave pleads for you to take her as you will. My cunt, my mouth, my ass. All are yours to use as it pleases your lord."