Chapter Thirteen
Why Oh Why
I leant back swamped by my misery, questioning my life and my choices that had led me to this point, all the while wondering if I could somehow treat my soaking wet p***y. There was no way, I tried lifting a heel to grind it into my wonton s*x but there was just not enough room inside of the box for such self pleasuring. All I could do was sit leaning against the box wall trying to not crush my arms and wait to see what the future held for me.
I waited in silent contemplation for ages before the sound of boots on concrete filtered to my ears. There was a bump then a lifting feeling and I was moving. Someone was taking me out of Sir’s garage, pulling my box on to some sort of lifting device and Sir was probably standing watching me disappear. How could he do
