"How about you?" her leering officer asked. "Are you cold?"

Leslie didn't answer. Still leaning back against the side of the truck, she closed her eyes so she didn't have to look at him anymore. She felt insulted that the man could even compare her to Kay in such a disgusting way.

"Well maybe we better just give you a quick check over anyway," the man offered.

His style was different from that of his partner. First he didn't waste any time in getting started. Second, he believed oral temperature testing might be more accurate. Leaning over, he took one of Leslie's nipples in his mouth and sucked on it greedily.

He pulled her legs apart with one hand, shoving two fingers into her pussy with the other!

"No…don't!" she begged as she squirmed around under his pressing weight.

"What's wrong?" he growled, hoping he hadn't gotten the wrong girl.

"I… don't you…"

"Yeah, what?" Damn it! Jerry was going to get fucked, and fucked good, while I sit here having to jerk off because this cold fish doesn't want to put out.

His fingers were still pumping in and out of Leslie's pussy, which was sure wet enough.

"Don't you… Don't you think we could fuck better if you got your cock out for me?"

The guy almost hurt himself as he pulled his pants off. It took him three stabs before he had the girl speared on his rod. After that all he had to do was lay back and enjoy. She was moving and humping around enough for the both of them.

Leslie was thoroughly enjoying the therapeutic fuck. It made all the pain in her head go away. And best of all, she still had her dignity.

She wasn't some easy slut like Kay.

Hell, the man had all but raped her, right?

She'd held him off for as long as she could, now all she could do was make the best of the situation.

God, but it was nice getting out of the office for lunch.