Poor Lisa is Left Frustrated

Lisa squealed eagerly, throwing her pussy up and down Marla's foot. Her face contorted in unrestrained bliss. It was a shameless, pathetic form of masturbation. As Marla might say, a gook's masturbation.

She felt the tide rising. Her body was screaming to her. She was so close now. It was like a dam that had filled up and threatened to overflow. Just a few more seconds. A few more seconds...

"You haven't screwed this up already, have you Lisa?" A voice called out.

Marla's foot retracted. Lisa had to stifle a groan. More then that, she had to try to throw her posture back to normal. Signs of dishevlement were everywhere. Her hair was messy now. Not to mention the dull lustful glaze in her eyes.

But, Mr. Napier had just walked back into the room. He was looking right at them.

"Not at all." Marla giggled, retracting her hand from Fifi's snatch. She didn't even miss a beat. "She's a surprisingly tough salesman. I think she's just about convinced me about the scarab earnings. The Eygptian ones."

Lisa was as red as a fire hydrant. Certainly, she wouldn't have been able to speak if asked. She **** herself to try to sit still, despite the persistent wiggle of her hips. Her body ached. She'd been so close, but for the moment there was a more pressing question.

Had he...had he seen that? Did he know?

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