Despite her failed protests, Mareth could tell that Lisa was enjoying herself.  Or at least not hating the pinch, though it was hard to tell if her pleasure was from that, or from Sylvia's other hand exploring her depths.<br/><br/>Sylvia nodded and looked at the window.  The curtains were drawn, making it hard to see, but it was clear that sunrise had been a few hours ago.  "We may want to start preparing, then," she said, a bit of sadness in her voice.  "I suppose our little miscreant will escape her punishment... this time," she said, withdrawing her hand from Lisa's sex and giving the catgirl's clit a quick pinch in the process, pulling another scream from Lisa.