Hands still holding her head down, she struggled to remove herself from his member. Above her he panted with release. She wanted him to leave; she wanted to rinse out her mouth. He finally let her up. She spit into the trashcan next to her makeshift bed as he zipped his fly and glared at her.
“Just remember, you owe me.”
She chose to remain mute. There were too many things she wanted to say to him, none of them a good idea. It would set him off. She pulled her straps up and covered herself to minimize her vulnerability.
“Later, Babe,” he said and turned away. She heard him as he strode across the foyer to the front door.
Heather crawled with trepidation to the doorway of the parlor to watch him as he opened the front door and left the house. Once the door shut behind him, she felt safe
