Chapter 29

I feel dirty.

I feel like everything smells like cum, saliva and sex. Black gets rid of the used condom and pulls disposable clothes out of the glove compartment, offering me one.

“Thank you,” I say. “Well prepared, eh.”

"You never know," he says, getting my heart to receive a little narcissistic wound.

He got the car loaded with condoms, lube, and cleaning clothes. He also offers me a peppermint pill that I accept immediately. How many girls have already passed by your car, without being able to resist this cute snatch?

I look out the window.

"Well," he mutters, " has this round been enough?”

I have to admit that I thought the sex thing was just a necessary stop and he had in mind to take me somewhere for us to talk or because he had the intentions of spending time with me other than just fucking against the upholstery of his car.

But here it ends, yes.

"Your mother," he insists, "will kill me if I don't return you soon."

I gulp in search of releasing the knot that is tied to my thro