"Ooooooo," Lalita purrs.  "You do that well enough..."<br/><br/>She stirs, briefly lifting her hips off the table as she adjusts.<br/><br/>"Please do what you wish with me," she adds in a whisper.<br/><br/>While she isn't nearly as toned as Faridah, her skin is soft and warm, and she keeps making appreciative little moans as the Princess's hands move across her back.  There are a few old welts here and there, scars of earlier beatings perhaps.