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of her beauty. As she moved occasionally, she would wipe her brow, to feign cooling herself. As she lifted and studied objects, almost unnoticed, she would loosen or remove one of her silks. It was all very innocently done, almost as if she was unaware of her growing nudity. Then, when she was near me, to my left, she removed her silver girdle and I could see her full breasts for the first time. They were fuller than the second girl’s and their weight gave them a sensual swing as she moved. She leaned over something and her breasts swung forward, their nipples hardening. I looked at her firm belly and lovely long legs. She was quite beautiful. Then she untied her hair and arranged its thick, luscious curtain around her face. She turned away from me and as she walked, her ample bottom swaying, she untied the skirt and continued to walk. Her stride and her bottom’s rhythm was not broken as she became naked.
She turned and lay on the floor facing me. She rolled over and over to the side of the tent and back again to the middle before crawling towards me. When she finally reached me, I took a long draft of red wine and she started unfastening my breeches, pulling out my thickening cock. She touched it with the tips of her lips and then gently, licked the side of it. There was a sensual laziness in her eyes, almost as if she didn’t care what she was doing but felt a duty to do it. As if she were doing a household task. Her innocence, combined with a motherliness, was compulsive. After a few moments, she stood up and turned away from me. She bent over to pick up a bronze ornament and stayed there, her large bottom simply waiting to be touched. I pulled down my breaches, took hold of her hips and entered her. It was a lazy thing and seemed inevitable as I gently rocked back and forth, inside her. When we parted, I was satisfied and she smiled as she dressed and left.
I dressed and left to find Meth.
“May I see all the girls, together?” He looked concerned.
“Certainly.”
All the girls were brought before me in the outer, larger compartment and I looked at all forty of them. It was as I feared. They were not, collectively, of a high standard. The third girl was the best but I surmised, even given the broad scope of men’s tastes, there were not more than five who would be sought after. The third girl smiled at me.
“Meth. We must speak alone.” It would insult him to talk of his choice before others.
A woman brought us more red wine and we sat to talk.
“The women you have are a varied selection, it is true, but I feel we need more of the younger women for this task.” I was choosing my words very carefully. Meth was capable of being blunt, though, when the need arose.
“They were a job-lot, as it were. I got them for a good price but if the girls are not pleasing to you, we must look further!”
“Indeed, I have an idea. I know of a place we can get thirty-five girls of the same standard as your five best, quickly. But first I will need your help. I will send Geb back to Parat but first I must test him. He is not long known to me and I must be sure I can trust him. Not only are we vulnerable here but the princess is also vulnerable. I will ask Geb to spar with me in a short while but I want your men to stay away. I am aware that normally they would love to watch such a spectacle.”
“Ah. Alright. May I watch?”
“Very well but please appear drunk, too drunk to handle a sword.”
“I understand your meaning.”
I left the tent and called on Geb. I announced my findings.
“I have been testing the whores of the camp and found them wanting for my task. Only one of them was any use. A blonde. Like the princess, she has a lovely mole on her hip but on the right, not the left.” This was in fact false but I wanted to test whether Geb would protect the honour of the princess. Later, I would find out if this piece of gossip had traveled, or not. Geb just nodded.
“It is my custom, Geb, when on
Larry Berger & Michael Colton, Michael Colton, Manek Mistry, Paul Rossi, Workman Publishing