Only a few minutes into her torture of Sandra, she heard Lady Jennifer call out, "Lisa!" and as she looked over to her, she saw her snap her fingers and point to the floor in front of her. This was curious to Marcia, because Lisa was the last girl in the room, which put her on the far end of the couch. 'Wouldn't it be easier if one of the closer girls was commanded to her?' she thought. Yet this started to make sense when she saw how easily, and with obvious great practice, Lisa knelt in front of her mistress, reached under her dress, pulled down her panties, and buried her face in her cunt.
'She has obviously been doing that a lot,' mused Marcia.
And then she glanced over at her mother and saw her with her dress pulled up, and casually rubbing her pussy through her panties. 'What exactly were the rules against women masturbating?' she thought. And what about Lady Jennifer doing the same thing before lunch when she was engaged with her mother? Then she remembered what Laura said this morning. 'All rules are strictly enforced, but few are taken seriously.' Oh well. She figured she had enough on her hands at the moment.