The pain in her toes and arms would soon wake her up but I needed a coffee. It swelled her chest out and made her look irresistible. I decided to use chloroform. I put the riding crop down. As I rubbed her soaked cunt my hand was coated in her juices. I had only been driving for half an hour when I turned into a dark street and saw her staggering barefoot, high heels in hand. Instead I will call you slut or toy or anything else I chose. Almost whispering she said, “Who’s there?”
I said nothing. I dumped her inside and threw her shoes in behind her, not wanting to make the cop’s job easy. She was dressed in a skirt that barely came half way down her thighs and a tight tank top that reviled a nice amount of cleavage. That when I start my van and start cruzing the streets for drunk pretty young things. It still stung but by now adrenalin was dulling things down for her.
