Still, she hadn’t cum. But she also didn’t plan to.
“Thanks, Jack.” She stood, adjusted her clothes, and left.
Jack was a bit lost and out of breath. “A-Anytime.”
Tracy packed up her things, turned off her computer, and left. Thankfully there was a vibrator in the glovebox of her car and she planned to sit on it for her commute. Perhaps, if she was lucky, she would cum later that night or the next day. But not now. She was riding the high of humiliation. A high she couldn’t let go.