Shyly at first

“Don't blame Mr. Patterson, Alison,” Riya is quick to defend me. “I asked him to do it.” Alison turns to me and raises her eyebrows as her head tilts inquiringly.

“Mr. P, did you take advantage of this sweet young lady.” I smile back innocently.

“You know me well enough not to have to ask a question like that, Alison.” The pretty blonde shakes her head as she turns her attention back to Riya whose eyes were lowered modestly.

“I'm afraid we were a little naughty.” Riya's voice was a hushed whisper, but Alison must have heard enough because she takes Riya's hand in hers and squeezes it gently. “I had to dance for him - like a harem girl.” Perhaps encouraged by Alison's reaction, Riya continues with a little more confidence. “He made me slowly strip until I was completely naked.”

“Oh Mr. P.” Alison turns to me with a teasing smile. “Were you gentle with this lovely thing?” Even though her question is clearly directed at me, Alison eyes are locked with Riya's.

“Well, it wasn't exactly gentle.” I jump into the conversation, “Riya had this sexual fantasy of an encounter between an English Colonel and a Hindi Princess during the early occupation of my country.” Alison's blonde hair waves in the morning light as she shakes her head and fills in the rest. “When the maharaja's troops were routed by the British forces, the Colonel and his troops moved into the palace and found the ruler's daughter along with all the other young women.”

“And Mr. P. was only too happy to play the part of the victorious British officer and you his virginal Indian princess.” Riya's face turns an even darker shade, but she meets Alison's eyes steadily when she nods her head timidly. “Did you at least make him fight a little before he claimed you?” Alison and I had played out similar encounters enough times in the past that she knew what turned me on.

“Of course.” Riya's indignant reply makes me smile, “I was the prized daughter of a great Hindu ruler, I wasn't some common village girl to be used and discarded like a rag.” Riya pauses long enough to take a sip of her tea and leans forward conspiratorially. “My fighting didn't stop him, that white devil was too powerful. He took what he wanted without mercy, subjugating me and making me his little brown sex ****.”

“Oh.” This last bit seems to confuse Alison a little, because she slides from her chair to give Riya a big hug.

“And you're OK with that?” Alison pulls away slightly after her quick embrace, “Mr. P can get pretty intense at times, are you sure that's what you wanted?”

“It's how it happened in my country,” Riya's matter-of-fact answer was low but clear, but then she surprised me as she went on without missing a beat. “If some of the early battles had gone the other way, the European armies would have been defeated and their coastal outposts overrun.” Riya's delicate fingers brush Alison's blonde hair gently. “With the fall of these cities, it would have been their fair-skinned wives and daughters of the occupiers who were **** into sexual servitude of the Hindu Rajs.”