Renee would have wanted to rouse Lisa into awareness - "Girl, don't do this! you got no pride??" - but what possibilities did she have? If Lisa didn't notice that Kiel was viciously wrenching her friend's nipple, then she couldn't be counted on to resist right now. Again the hissing pain ran through her as Kiel strewed salt into her blistered, sore bud.
She looked blankly at this ex-butler as he ate slowly adn deliciously. Then he suddenly made a motion toward his trousers. "Think I could use a quickie, Miss Simmons" he said ina studied, classy Queen's English style.
"Oh yeah?" Renee said, almost gasping in disbelief. Not here?
"I'll do you later. Not ion front of..."
"Now" he said, lugging her hair with one hand and undoing his fly with the other.