Chapter Six
The Babysitters
I lay curled up tight in a ball, my muscles tense, then when the orgasms hit my legs kicked against the side of the trunk. But not too hard. I didn’t want to dislodge the goddam, (the wonderful!) vibrator. No, not too much or else all you’ll be left with is an almost worthless piece of rope cutting your p***y in half. Sure, you could try tugging on it from behind, but (oh, oh, here comes another one!) it... (ah, ah, ahhh!) Won’t... (oh, s**t, oh s**t!) Be...(URRRNNN!)...the same.
Through a haze I was dimly aware of a return to city traffic. At last we stopped for good and Theo and Leslie extracted me from the trunk...in my garage? Theo threw me over his shoulder like some kind of helpless victim with wet hair pasted to my face. Leslie rushed upstairs
