Slightly disgusted with herself for stooping to the woman's level, letting her frustration get to her, she wanted to shirk away but it was already too late. He knew that she was there; what man wouldn't notice getting his cock played with… well other than the one getting his balls removed right about that time.<br/><br/>The man obviously wasn't used to sharing himself between two women, and she was slightly amused at the situation. Why? Because she'd been taken from a den of depravity where unspeakable things happened to women with multiple men and multiple other females. A place where life wasn't a certainty and shoved into a place where one thing that she was certain of was that she'd be spending a damn large portion of her time feeling lonely. She was shoved right into hell. They'd taken her from her loving home and husband, beaten her half senseless, raped her the other half into stupor, and then placed her where… she stopped the thought, afraid that her fears and anger would seep into her touch. She couldn't afford for the Prince to see her being upset.<br/><br/>Able to feel the way that his cock throbbed in her hand, she smirked, knowing that she was triumphant. She had no desire to take away this man from the woman that loved him, but if she didn't straighten her attitude up then she would sink to deeper levels. Besides, in a dark way, she saw it as a game. Something with which to pass the time.<br/><br/>Not answering his welcome, she licked up his spine, her fingers sliding up and down his thickness with a firm, knowledgeable grasp, showing him that she knew how to handle a dick.<br/><br/>Unable to see Aisha, she paid no heed to the female in the tub with them.<br/>