I watch Liza writhing in ecstasy, her groans of pleasure filling the room. She actually assumes that I'm not yet done with my shower and that the bathroom is insulated from all the noise outside.
I cautiously move towards her. Her tank, which is the only clothing she has now on, is slightly pulled downward, exposing her 36C boobs. Her right hand is squeezing her left tit, while her left hand is thrusting three fingers into her pussy. Her eyes are closed and I could hear rock music through her earphones.
I stand in front of her and clear my throat, "Ahmmm...." She opens her eyes and looks shocked to see me. "Why are you in our bedroom?" I ask.
"Well... ... ah... Mrs. Williams... requested me to change the sheets," she replies as she hastily pulls up her tank over her breasts and picks up her shorts on the floor. "I'll be gone in a second," she adds, trying not to look in my direction. She heedlessly tugs at the sheets and forgets to put on her shorts.
"I guess it would be only fair to give you the same privilege you have afforded me a while ago," I say as I undo my towel and let it drop to the floor.
"So, you enjoyed watching me Mr. Williams?" she asks as she notices my now erect member.
"Do you want me to masturbate in front of you?" I ask.
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