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well. What have we stumbled across here, Peter? She is quite a specimen. The breasts are magnificent! Come over here."
    Only the last words were addressed to her, she made a mental note to make Sir John pay for the word 'specimen'. She walked slowly across the cabin and slowly bent over in front of the Prince, placing her hands either side of him. It was a pose she adopted whenever she had more than one client. It offered her breasts, swaying seductively under her, to one and exposed everything between her legs to the other.
    Suddenly there was a reaction from the Englishman. He gave a sharp bark of laughter.
    "She is quite a specimen indeed, Highness! Someone's been at her with a crop I'd say. Turn and show, girl!"
    Ayesha had completely forgotten the marks of Sir John's beating and suddenly her heart raced, she wasn't so sure she wanted this strange, cold man to know she enjoyed a bit of pain. But the damage had been done and she stood up and did as she had been told, glaring at the man. She felt the Prince's cool hands trace the ladder of marks down her cheeks.
    "Who beat you, girl?" he asked.
    "Sir John."
    "Why?"
    Ayesha hesitated. The atmosphere in the cabin was suddenly oppressively tense. "He....he does it sometimes, so that a client will know I can be spanked.....a little."
    "So if I chose to, I could have you bend for a beating right here and now." It was the Englishman who took up the questioning. Ayesha was getting flustered. Usually clients leaped on her gleefully by now and were either buried to the hilt between her legs or looking for a suitable implement to use on her bottom, not conducting some kind of interrogation.
    "Yes."
    "And if I wanted to restrain you?"
    "No. I don’t allow that."
    "And you enjoy the pain?"
    "A little. Enough. I'm well paid."
    The Englishman had been looking hard at her and standing close. Now he looked past her and addressed the Prince. "She's perfect. It's all been on her terms so far, and for money. I'll accept the challenge."
    Ayesha had no idea what he was talking about but it had some effect on the Prince. Suddenly his hand was pushing between her legs from behind and she immediately moved her legs apart to accommodate him, relieved to get back onto familiar ground. And it did seem as if whatever their motives had been in questioning her, it was now irrelevant. Even the cold Englishman seemed keen to take advantage of her body in the usual way.
    She was turned back to face the Prince and made to bend forward again - further down this time, so she could undo his flies, take out his cock and suck it. That was not an unwelcome task for her, he had the type of penis that she really liked, long and slender with an intriguing curve back towards the stomach as it reared into full erection. He didn't stretch her mouth uncomfortably when she took him in fully and the taste of his pre-ejaculate was excitingly pungent, promising tasty gouts of hot sperm if he chose to come in her throat. She encouraged him to do that by pushing down, relaxing her throat and tilting her head back to try and provide as straight a channel for him as she could. She was pleased to hear him sigh in pleasure as she slid down until his bush of hair was tickling her nose.
    Behind her the Englishman's fingers were exploring her vulva and anus. Even as she swallowed as much of the Prince as she could she remembered to roll her hips and sway in invitation. Soon he was able to forage with nearly his whole hand inside her squelching sex and she was making little mewing sounds of delight around the warm shaft in her mouth. These turned into a sudden grunt of surprise as she felt the Englishman's erection imperiously thrust into her, pushing straight in and going for full penetration in one long stroke. The Prince's hands suddenly reached under her and the fingers buried themselves in her breasts, trapping the rubbery nipples between them and squeezing.
    "I'm going to finish off where I am and I'll try the other end next