As soon as the man relieved himself inside the girl, he patted Lisa's hips admiringly. "You are a perfect catch. I am impressed Henry boy!! The deal is yours. This girl is too tight, you were right." The man smirked looking at Lisa, who was too tired to even get up from the table.
She no longer bothered than several men were gawking at her, as if she was slowly getting immune to the dark world of her husband.
Her legs were shivering from the extra pressure that had been inflicted on them and she looked at Henry with the corner of her eyes, hoping that the man would atleast now pick her up, since she got him the deal. But to her surprise, the man did not even pay head to her and was busy talking to a middle aged man, about work. A tear dropped down from her eye and she closed her eyes there an then, right on the dining table, with her legs yet widely spread.
