Why couldn't she just close her eyes and awake from this awful nightmare? Awake to a world where this had been just that; where her husband was grinning down at her, that mischievous gleam in his eye as he told her that it was time to get up. That always meant one thing and it wasn't rising to gather eggs! She sighed softly, her breath shuddering in her chest as tears burned her eyes. This wasn't a dream, though. How she wished it was.<br/><br/>His hands gripped her leg, his fingers pressing against her thigh, she slightly shied away from letting him get to anywhere private on her body.  It was one thing to touch him and yet another thing entirely for him to touch her intimately. She wasn't quite ready though she knew that she needed to get over that, though hopefully it wasn't going to be so very quickly. He'd provided one female pleasure; surely he'd demand fulfillment from her mouth or pussy. Right? Oh she didn't know how this man operated and she fretted, though her stroking only grew stronger, hoping to get him off in the water and that he'd be done with them. Most men weren't able to get it up again quickly and those who were happened to be few and far in between in her hurried experience. Oh… damn. He found her bottom and his touches weren't light. He was a man who liked touching it seemed.<br/><br/>It wasn't the fault of the man, nor was it the fault of the female who was currently splashing them with water spurned on by her thrashing. At least the liquid smelled nice, unlike any water she'd ever smelled before. It was a first and she'd noticed it though it hadn't really registered. The water was scented… slightly oily as well.  Just a few moments ago she'd rubbed her fingers and her thumb together, admiring the texture of the oil in the water.<br/><br/>What did bother her was why she felt so exposed. Was it because she was the only female in there that was new, where before she'd been clinging to a mass of other women who were all equally frightened, if not more so than she was?  She felt as if she was under inspection, under complete and utter scrutiny. However she vowed to herself that she would treat that female the same that she was treated in turn. She would be nice and kind if Aisha was. If Aisha was a bitch and went to strike her… so help the woman when she was done.<br/><br/>Fearing being put on display at that moment, she eagerly reached out, fear reflecting in her eyes as she grabbed Aisha's foot and tugged gently, pulling her closer. She hoped that the female didn't see it, couldn't see the haunting hiding behind her eyes as Layla pulled the concubine's twat toward their Master's cock, her touch only on her leg as Aisha floated over the surface of the water. She had done so much already with a man, with multiple men; but for some reason being put on display in front of Aisha frightened her and she hoped to put off being fucked in front of the woman. Fucked at all, period.  It wasn't Aisha's opinion of her that mattered. It was that she felt naked, not just nude. She felt bare and she couldn't stop that feeling.<br/><br/>It sickened her to think that she had been stronger when she wasn't the only one suffering, not that she was suffering much in her current state.  The man seemed kind, truly. It just didn't stop her from being scared. It was the unknown that was bothering her. Aisha was a big part of that unknown. Her tummy growled and she sighed, hoping that when they were done there that they could eat.<br/>