DISCLAIMER:- This chapter contains adult-rated, explicit content. Do not read if you're a minor.
Her heartbeat began to race as she felt a strange urge to touch herself, but the only prominent image which was running in her mind was of Marco yelling, 'She's mine!'
She reached up under her dress and peeled off her skimpy panties. She realized they were damp with her juices. She took them in her mouth as she figured out how to work in those cramped quarters.
Then she hung them on the hook inside the door and sat down. Oops. Need to do something with that dress, she realized. She pulled it up and bunched it around her waist, wishing the dress had a belt. But she tucked it in as best she could to keep it out of the toilet water.
Then she realized the toilet seat was not going to work.
