Lisa's POV

Mr Graham was sitting back on the couch at the center of the office, his trousers pulled down and his cock was his hand stroking it leisurely with a devilish smirk playing on his face.

Fuck!

I couldn't look at the scene twice. I gritted my teeth snapping my head to the side as I averted my gaze from the disgusting sight. He knew I was going to come in, yet he still chose to be such a miscreant.

“I'm… sorry,” I stammered, apologising even though it wasn't exactly ...