It wasn't that she was trying so much to be manipulative as she was wanting them all to get along.  She wasn't really trying to get away with pissing Aisha off, though that was a bonus if it happened, considering how the woman had made her feel so 'comfortable' in the home.  Accepted. Wanted. Oh no, Layla, don't go… we need you here… Yeah… right.  She'd been wholly rejected and didn't know how much she truly desired Aisha after that, the look of condemnation that had been perched in the brown pools of liquid loathing positioned on either side of the 'Head' Concubine's nose remained burned into her consciousness.<br/><br/>After all the intimacy she was starting to get a bit hungry again, and knew that all she had to do was ask when she wanted more food.  That was something that she was going to have to get used to again.<br/><br/>It didn't take much to revive the Prince, she was glad to see, having been worried about his stamina in sexual matters.  He seemed to be able to please two women easily with the speed with which he returned to turgidly swollen inside of her.<br/><br/>Moaning with his words, her hips ground with him, his cock rubbing her furthest wall.  He kindled her fires easily with the movements, and then when the thrusts started and his powerful hands were on her hips, her body burst into flames that were fanned by the momentum and force of his hips.  "OH, My MASTER!" she cried, breasts bouncing mightily with the speed of their combined movements.  Pleasure would claim her quickly with such powerful exertion.  "OH MASTER!" she squealed, gripping the covers and pillows above her head, silky walls caressing his shaft, pulsing around it, throbbing as she started to explode.  Once more she soaked his sheets, scenting them with the juices of her pussy, sweet and pungent, musky and feminine.  Her cunt clenched him desperately in its loving grip, trying to draw out his seed again.<br/>