Having driven her car back home from the school, Paula was now sitting in Owen's car. As he drove, the two sat in silence, Paula still hanging her head in shame. She thought of John, her husband, and felt tears rolling down her cheeks. "What was she going to do?" she wondered. She wanted to jump from the car. She thought about running away and changing her identity, about killing herself or killing Oren. Her mind jumped irrationally from thought to thought trying to find a way out of her predicament.
"Take your clothes off," Oren said suddenly.
"But ... but, someone could see," Paula almost whispered.
"Just do it!"
Paula slowly began pulling her dress up over her head. She wore nothing underneath. Then she slumped, naked in the passenger seat, glancing at passing motorists and trying to keep her breasts below the level of the window.
Oren looked at her, admiring her beauty. He thought her 34B breasts with their smallish brown nipples looked perfect on her slim body. Removing something from the glovebox, he said, "Put this on and lay down on the seat." Paula took the object and, for a moment, didn't know what it was. Then she saw that it was a leather mask, designed to completely cover her face with only a small hole for her to breathe through. It took Paula a few moments, fumbling with the buckles, to get it on. Then she felt Oren pull her head down to his lap.
Paula didn't know whether to be frightened or grateful. She felt less exposed laying down, also no one would recognise her, but she was unable to see. She would not be required to suck Oren, she knew. The hole in the mask was too small. She just lay on her side, her head in Oren's lap, straining with her remaining senses to try to tell what was happening.
Oren looked down at Paula seeing how her nipples had hardened in the cool air. One at a time, he took each nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger, gradually increasing the pressure. Then he reached down and put his hand between Paula's legs.
Paula lifted her leg, allowing him access to her lips and the wetness between. As Oren started rubbing her clit in rapid circular movements, Paula involuntarily arched her back. She forgot about her thoughts of escape. She forgot to follow the sounds around her and the turns the car was making. Instead, Paula's mind focused on the sensations in her crotch.
Suddenly the stimulation stopped and Paula wanted to groan. Then she felt a 'bump,bump' as the car turned into a driveway. "A parking lot. They must be in a parking lot," Paula realized as she felt the motion of the car as it turned and parked.
"Get up on your knees," Oren told her after he had shut off the engine.
Paula complied, the thought strangely crossing her mind that he wasn't making her say 'Yes, Sir' as long as she quickly did as she was told. Paula felt the pressure of Oren's hand between her shoulder blades as he held Paula's head in his lap. She knew that her naked ass was thrust obscenely up in the air, but Paula just lay there, limp, while Oren began stroking her naked back and ass.
Oren marveled at Paula's beauty as he stroked her body. It occurred to him how extremely fortunate he was to have her under his control. He also knew that the other men in the adult book store parking lot would appreciate her beauty. He reached into the side pocket of his car and removed some vaseline. Putting a dab on his finger, he rubbed it on Paula's asshole.