I always carry a change of underwear in my bag, and today I needed it. Not that it did any good. Between my legs, a sopping heat sucks against my thighs and I sit uneasily, trying to get comfortable, to find some relief for my swollen and sensitive s*x.
Surreptitiously, I press my hands down on my thighs, trying to rub my c**t without Ryan noticing. He stares out to the road ahead, only looking to one side or the other for the traffic.
He pulls in to the underground car park of a block of apartments in the good end of town. Inside, the building is expensively carpeted, beautifully furnished and well decorated.
“I chose a place with a view over the park,” he comments as he turns the key and then holds out his hand to let me in first.
The apartment is only half furnished, with cardboard
