Sara makes her move

Is she sleeping? Sara had been waiting for almost an hour. Surely she must have fallen asleep now? The young maid touched Lisa's shoulder. No reaction.

Okay. She lay down on her back, her legs slightly apart. She wished there was more room, but her foot was already touching Lisa's smooth legs. Softly, she pulled a finger along the dark cleft between her legs, feeling the wet and sensitive skin. She took it slow, as Mr. Karlsson had taught her when he made her caress herself in front of him, on a chair, while he watched. With her legs spread wide open over the armrests she had cum, time after time while he watched and gave instructions. Sometimes he brought a thin rod, narrower than a finger, and slapped her pussy with it. It was those orgasms that made her scream and whimper through the oiled wooden ball he used to clogg her mouth with. It was necessary as to not wake up the whole house and reveal their nocturnal meetings.

It was a simple, oiled wooden ball, fastened to two leather straps, which he tied around her head. The ball was small enough to fit in her jaw, but only just. With her mouth gagged, she could at best grunt and howl dully, but her screams were dampened to manageable levels. After some time with the gag, her chin and face was covered in saliva, dribbling down on pointy breasts, which she then had to wipe off with fingers or her undergarments.

Her hand had now picked up speed and the mattress rocked slightly with her movements. She pushed two fingers up inside her pussy while a moan escaped her lips. Her bare foot hit Lisa's legs and she angled over to the side, forming a spoon against Lisa, who was lying on her stomach with her face turned to the other side. Sara was about to cum, but as was she would fail Mr Karlsson's assignment.

All or nothing.

With her free hand, she began to pull up Lisa's nightgown, hoping the girl was deeply asleep.