“No, we’re not. We’re parked in the shadows there. You can see out, but they can’t see in. And besides,” he gives me a cool look, “if I understand aright, you’ve often f****d in the clubs with an audience, and enjoyed it.”
“You don’t get arrested in the clubs. It’s still daylight, Ryan.”
“So, walk slowly. Give the sun chance to go down, because that’s what’s going to happen.”
Back at the car, I consider my Lover’s…
Master’s?…
…. choice of parking spot; in the extreme far corner of the parking lot, partially hidden by shrubs, and well away from any street lights. The setting sun is blushing shadows over the spot, and the car is shrouded in shades of green and grey.
He head-points me. “Stand there.”
Swallowing hard, heart hammering and p***y aching, I obey him.
“Now turn to face the
