The princess was dressed in jeans and a white long sleeved shirt, sitting at her laptop. Zaheera padded in silently on bare feet, and knelt at the office chair the princess was seated on, with her eyes on the ground, waiting for the princess to acknowledge her presence. The position she had been trained to assume was meant to be uncomfortable - tips of toes and the knees touching the ground, thighs straight up, back ramrod straight, palms touching the thighs, with the head bowed. After a few minutes her muscles were on fire. The princess continued working on her laptop, her fingers flying. Finally, after about quarter of an hour, she heard the chair rolling back. "So... you are here. Get my bath ready."
"Yes, your highness," replied Zaheera, glad for the chance to stand up. As she did, she noticed that the princess's attention was still fixed on the laptop. It was open to Outlook Web, and she noticed that the princess was working on an email. Years of reading things over people's shoulders in her previous life as an office assistant allowed her to catch a quick glance. It was addressed to "
[email protected]" and the heading read "
Re:Re:Re: Private resort investment on Pulau Kancil island". While the princess was occupied, Zaheera was able to speed read the first couple of lines.
Quote:
Dear Jeff,
While the prince and I fully support you, the investment you propose falls far below expectations. As you know, the king is rather conservative, and your endeavour may run afoul of Islamic traditions and law, endangering us all. To facilitate your project and keep the "entertainment activities" quiet, we would have to get a number of officials to...
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Zaheera turned away before a longer pause could betray her spying. Madam Li had specifically instructed her to find out anything about business deals the princess might be involved in, and this was obviously something she might be interested in. However, lingering further might arouse suspicion and put her life at risk. The princess didn't even look up, most likely used to the privacy she gets around slaves who aren't fluent in English. By the time Zaheera returned to the living room to announce that the bath was ready, the princess had already closed the laptop.
The princess stood up with a sigh, visibly irritated by the email that she had been composing. Zaheera hurried over to her and started unbuttoning the princess's shirt. The princess was wearing a floral perfume, but the scent had degraded to a sour note, mixed with the faint smell of sweat that carried a whiff of musk. Zaheera carefully removed the shirt and dropped it to the ground, and with a deft movement, unclasped the princess's thin lace bra, releasing the large breasts contained within. To Zaheera's surprise (and jealousy) gravity hardly seemed to affect the princess's double D breasts. They stood proudly, crowned by small inverted nipples that were just a shade darker than her Café au Lait skin, seemingly unblemished by the pregnancy five years ago. Although Zaheera knew that the baby was breast fed by a wet nurse and that the princess probably had the best post-natal cosmetic care that money could buy, she couldn't help but be amazed.
The princess shifted irritably, and Zaheera hurried to free her from the jeans and the black lace panties. As she knelt in front of the princess to lift each foot and free the clothing, Zaheera breathed in the musky scent of the princess's crotch. It was different from the delicate smell of Madam Li's pussy. The cunt of cumrag had always smelled like this when she was unused - strong, deep, and animalistic... with maybe just a hint of the soap she used to wash it with.
She led the princess to the large bathroom adjoining the sleeping chambers, and helped the princess lay back on the reclining toilet. She bathed the princess's neatly shaven vulva in rose water. It looked similar to cumrag's cunt - large plump outer lips that kept the tiny pink inner lips hidden. Cumrag had once told her that most women either had "V" cunts or "W" cunts. Zaheera had a "V" cunt - with small outer lips and big, meaty inner lips that protruded between them in the shape of a "V". Cumrag, Madam Li and the princess seemed to have "W" pussies - with plump outer lips that kept everything inside concealed, creating a pubic mount neatly split in half, looking like a W from the front.
As Zaheera leaned in to wipe the princess's vulva to prepare her to void her bladder, the princess suddenly clasped her thighs on each side of Zaheera's head. Startled, she almost pulled back, but managed to stop the reflex before her body obeyed - that would have been a big mistake. The princess owned her, and had the right to do with the slave whatever she wished. She could guess what the princess intended to do, and she was proven right.
With a loud hiss, a stream of hot, straw coloured piss gushed from between the princess's plump pussy lips, splattering Zaheera's face and mouth.