Peaches was attending another planning meeting for her next mission. Her original deal with Prince Samuel had been to attend every meeting and be allowed input, and he’d agreed. He was true to the letter of his word, she reflected, but maybe it could be easier for her to talk…

Peaches was naked except for a black leather sleeve that held both her arms tightly behind her back, and her body was folded into the space beneath the Prince’s chair. Her head alone protruded through a gap at the front of the chair, leaving her mouth in an ideal position for the Prince to feed her his cock as he spoke. As Peaches obediently slurped on his cock, trying not to gag as he pushed into her mouth, she struggled to listen to the plans being made around her.

‘We’ll drop the team in on the first day of next week and leave them for the day, let them get a feel for the place, bring them back and debrief them, and then we’ll take it from there. The place is degenerate but it could have its uses.’

‘Agreed,’ came the voice of Peaches’ part time owner, Colonel Ewing. She flitted between three stable blocks, the Prince’s, Colonel Ewing’s and that of her mission partner and handler. This time she expected it would be someone different. The Prince’s cock flexed in her mouth and Peaches tasted precum, and began to pay more attention to her task again, feeling the heat of anticipation rise in her groin as she felt the Prince get ready to cum.