MICHELA;
Daddy quickly grabbed a wet wipe from the pack on the center console. His big hand was careful as he wiped between my legs and across my butt, cleaning away the mess we had just made.
The cool wipe made me shiver. He pulled my denim skirt back down and smoothed it over my thighs, covering me up like nothing had happened, like the lady attendant wasn't just on the other side of the door.
We both straightened. I managed a small smile, trying to look normal, like I hadn’t just been bent over in the backseat of his truck receiving his thrusts only minutes ago.
The store attendant straightened the moment our eyes met. She stood a few feet away, holding the card in her hand. I should have felt ashamed, right? I should have felt guilty. But the look on her face told a different sto
