She whimpered and squeezed her legs together, and I squeezed and probed. Porn “Oh God,” she moaned, and a shiver went through her body. “All right,” I said at last, and picked up my notepad. “Bad enough to leave me alone for a while?”
“Yes,” she gasped. Was it in the bathroom, or in your seat?”
“Seat,” she said, quietly, as though there were maids outside the door listening. She was turned on beyond belief, but also uncomfortable, because this was very different from being on her feet, untied, and dressed in jeans. Her cotton panties were drawn tight across her engorged mound, and it was dark with moisture. I call her Red, even though there’s nothing red on her. “Was there something else.”
“Come on!”
That was a fair thing for her to say because I knew exactly what she was talking about.
