<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/HGfGq8X.jpg)</div><br/>Florence allowed a slight smile to creep across her face as she reached down and pulled the sheet up to cover her body, a slightly stealthy move as she let her fingers trail through the cloth across her stimulated body.  Her husband likely wouldn’t approve of her enjoying her body, especially if he knew what was going through her mind.  But outwardly it appeared she was simply covering her body modestly.  If he didn’t see her pinch a nipple as she did so, or squeeze her thighs beneath the sheet to put pressure on her aroused sex, that was fine.<br/><br/>In truth she couldn’t help but have her imagination ignited by his words, delivered in a tone of disgust.  While she knew that the foreigners didn’t own ‘sex slaves’, she also knew that he didn’t care about the distinction.  She thought that might be a somewhat enjoyable life, and pictured for a moment kneeling in front of a swarthy, dusky skinned master, taking his cock into her throat as he asked her for release.  Being used for her sexual skills and providing pleasure to a man who wished it, instead of simply being a political marriage ‘trophy’ as she was to Kenneth.<br/><br/>Then she felt a tingle race down her spine as her imagination flipped the fantasy and it was she who was being pleasured by her servants.  She imagined what it might be like to have the same fantasy Bahrat Su man filling her mouth, obeying her commands, as a raven haired maid knelt and slid two fingers into her, dusky brown lips caressing and sucking on her engorged clit.<br/><br/>She shuddered lightly at the mere thought, and then snapping back to reality nodded at Lord Kenneth.<strong>“It may be a sham my lord, but let us not forget this is an opportunity.  No matter how we might feel about the foreigners the truth is there is opportunity there for a man as bold and cunning as you.”</strong>She no longer even felt shame or hypocrisy over praising her husband’s talents, be they real or imagined.  He responded well to praise and it cost her nothing to give it.  She continued,<strong>“Let their deviance not get in the way of a new market and potentially new ports for your business.  If you don’t seize the opportunity, I don’t doubt that one of your competitors will.”</strong><br/><br/>She shifted on the bed, letting the sheet tent outwards so she could subtly slide one hand down to her still wet sex, her fingers lightly teasing her clit secretly out of his line of sight as she said,<strong>“If we have been given the opportunity to attend an event at the palace, we should take it.  You know that if your work keeps you from attending, I can make the appearance without you.  While I may not have a head for business or trading like you do, I can always go in your stead.  It would show that you value your work over fippery and ceremony.  Maybe the foreign devils will see the value in a hard working and gods fearing man who is as focused as you are?”</strong>She sighed, legitimately and added a second thought, desperately hoping that he would dismiss it,<strong>“Of course it might also be good if you made an appearance as well.  Though if you did, you’d have to be charming and push down any distaste for the ...dark skins.”</strong><br/><br/>Her palm cupped her hairless mons as she allowed the tip of one finger to sip between her engorged labia.  One part of her mind reminded her that tomorrow morning was time to refresh her casting of hairlessness on her body.  Alternating days she cast a spell that removed all hair below her neck, far more safe and reliable than a razor, though slightly less fun.  A spell she didn’t need to cast but once or twice a week, but one that she refreshed every other day out of habit.  One that was cast only on days when she didn’t cast the spell that kept her infertile.  That spell, she mused, cast in secret, which kept her husband’s cooling seed as ineffective in her womb as he was as a lover.  She trembled slightly as the very smallest of an orgasm pinged her body, the combination of her secret masturbation right in front of him combined with the knowledge of how often she took other men’s seed into what her husband assumed was ‘his’ property.<br/><br/>She covered the small orgasmic shiver by adding,<strong>“Ugh… foreigners.”</strong>Knowing her husband would assume she was just sharing his distaste.<br/>