Faridah's tongue changed its approach and she lapped at the area her Mistress had directed her towards. Her tongue was gentle and willing, and she showed no hesitation in using it now thanks to her training. The flavor of her Mistress's juices was reward enough for her efforts, and she could tell what she was doing was pleasing the woman from how freely they flowed.<br/><br/>And then she stopped. The princess couldn't go on with this charade any longer. Whatever happened as a result of it would happen, but to deceive her one moment longer would be too much. "Mistress... Would you still like me if you knew I wasn't who you thought I was?"