Layla felt like she was going to faint and she trembled, seconds away from breaking out into a puddle of tears and begging for him not to do anything to her to hurt her.  Her eyes burned with unshed tears and she blinked as her eyes locked on Aisha's.  She saw that glare. She saw the hate in the woman's eyes and became enraged.  She didn't like how it made her feel or what it made her want to do, but she had to survive, right? And if it came down to who would be taken care of and who would be cast aside… well her mind thought one thing rather romantically about her husband, but her survival instinct and inner needs thought another rather cruelly about how she could handle the situation.<br/><br/>But before she could formulate any plan, let alone put one into action, her eyes moved back to Tarkus and he looked confused. He was a handsome man, one who appealed to her body and her heart… Then again so had been several of the cruel soldiers who had known her body.  Her face paled as she noted that he was looking her over and shame contorted her features. She just<em>knew</em>he was going to think that she was a disruptive sow; a woman who couldn't do what she was told and had gotten what she deserved at the hands of her previous Master. He surely thought that he was going to have to be hard on her to get her to obey.  And she certainly hadn't helped that perception of that with her own attitude, now had she?<br/><br/>"Yes, Master," she affirmed as he spoke of her journey and held her in place. See.. right there she saw that he thought she'd run.  Inside she felt like her heart was being shredded. Like she was being disloyal. Dishonoring her beloved husband with her wicked thoughts of this man's body. Her breath caught when his cock touched her and she'd seen him wash his whore from his flesh.  Thank the Gods. The way that the woman looked at her made Layla want to punish her in her own way.<br/><br/>Wait a moment, what had he said? Had she been mistaken about his perception? Layla had made assumptions about his thoughts and it might be that she was entirely wrong. His hand in her hair tugged her closer, though before her breasts could press against him he had turned her and she found herself sitting in his lap in the water. Heat flooded her abdomen as she realized the situation.<br/><br/>Gasps left her throat as she felt his cock below her, his hands on her breasts, and his lips on her neck. Carefully she spread her legs and reached between them, intent on stroking his manhood.  She shifted and lifted up, his dick rubbing against her clit.  She put a hand over his tip and shaft, and started to ride up and down, not letting him go inside of her, instead taunting his flesh with the cry of her own.  Every cock knew what a pussy felt like and begged to get inside, just as every sweet slit knew the touch of that fat mushroom tip, knew that special sponginess that nothing could replicate. Her pussy weeped to have him inside, her body wet from the things that she couldn't help; hearing the sounds of the two copulating and the fear of what would be coming preparing her body so as to avoid pain.  But there was also… something else.  Her loins heated at his kisses and her heart broke as it happened. Her body should want no other man but for her late lover. But it did. It did and it wanted him badly. She wanted pleasure that would make her cry out at the top of her lungs.<br/>