Why the fuck was she even there? Not only did he completely ignore her question, he'd forgotten that she was there, which wasn't really a problem for her, not really, but it was rather annoying.  The woman had every right to feel jealous and to be scared that her world was changing for it very much was, though Layla wanted nothing to do with it.<br/><br/>The problem was that the way that the woman acted pissed Layla off. The woman had no doubt that the concubine was doing things just to do just that either!<br/><br/>Being ignored made her angry when he had went as far as to pull her closer but then couldn't even acknowledge that she existed. Men truly did think with their dick and this one seemed to be quite feeble, though… who could blame him when a woman who possessed beauty such as that of that concubine was floating before him.  She was exquisite and it looked as if she'd never missed a meal or had been mistreated.  Aisha bore no bruises, bore no welts, had no fingerprints around her throat and her hair was shiny.  Women who had been malnourished didn't have that sheen in their hair or that sparkle in her eyes.<br/><br/>As he pushed off the seat, angry at being ignored for some reason that she didn't have the slightest answer as to why, she moved behind him softly, not even making the slightest sound.  Her slender fingers moved between his legs to grip his cock as he licked the lovely Aisha; she herself envied his tongue for the woman was so beautiful.  She'd had a problem being with women at first but had found it not unpleasant, especially when she and a few of the women in her cell had cuddled and comforted each other's tears away.  Sometimes that got physical as well, a way to distract the mind with overloading the senses with pleasure.<br/><br/>But she would not be ignored here, not where she was supposed to be part of a harem. She'd glimpsed only briefly the harem of the sultan that she'd been gifted by and their conditions were so… very opposite to what her living conditions had been. Though her touch held no anger, her eyes did as she wrapped her fingers around his thick cock and fondled his balls, she wondered briefly if he liked his ass played with but didn't figure that it was a good idea to find out.  Her breasts pressed against his lower back as she bent behind him, almost down on the cheeks of his ass.  Her facial cheek pressed against him to, lest she fall over.<br/><br/>She was doing this willingly; she hadn't been told to. Hadn't been ordered. Hadn't been commanded. It was just so different after having been put in such compromising and shaming positions to be<em>ignored</em>as if she didn't exist when before her slightest movement had gotten her fucked or whipped. It was on the tip of her tongue to ask if he liked what he felt, but she kept the snide comment to herself.<br/>