<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Her lips curved into a mocking smile as she heard his words, not bothering to answer him since she knew he was merely trying to goad her into a reaction. All he received from her was an arch of her eyebrow before she looked down, as if to silently state '<em>Your cock seems to think so'</em>. But she would never be one to taunt her client's, not until she knew them better. But she could already tell that Colonel Flashman was going to be one of her favorites; the way he took her and treated her body, she loved it. She enjoyed being worshiped and toyed with but this brutal taking? It was her favorite.<br/><br/>A sharp cry split the air as she felt his fingers begin to toy and tease her puckered hole, Zara's grip on the posts almost slipping. If anything, her backside was an extremely sensitive area and she knew that if he thrust his fingers inside of her, she would orgasm within seconds. While she did seek her own release, she wanted to feel him empty inside of her before she threw herself into her own mind-number orgasm.<br/><br/>With renewed purpose, Zara raised herself up before she slammed herself back down on his cock, groaning loudly. Her body was burning from the position they were in and she wanted nothing more than to cling to him and simply hold on during the course of the ride. But she had never been a passive lover; Zara gave as much as she took. And she was receiving so much from Harry that she knew she had to give as good as she received. If not then he would walk away and never come back to the Teahouse.  And she had already made a promise to herself that Colonel Flashman...was hers.</span>