Accept your situation.

You continue to accept your fate. There's nothing you can do without alerting the rest of your friends. You continue to feel her soft hand move up and down your thigh, which still trembles from the orgasm. What if Troy and Roger knew what was happening? Would they think less of you? It was all Alison's fault. It did feel good, though...

"So where are we going for food?" asks Alison. You cringe, knowing someone would look in your direction now.

"Troy's truck. It's up to him, I guess," answers Roger.

Troy eyes the rest of you through his rear-view mirror. "That's a good question. Just because I'm the driver doesn't mean I'm president here. Let's take a vote. I was personally just taking us to get some McDonald's." The rest of them nod in agreement while you struggle to maintain composure.

"Sounds good to me," says Roger.

McDonald's wasn't too far away. You only had to last on this devil's lap for a little bit longer.

The four of you drive for a few more minutes, and luckily, Alison decides to spare you further humiliation for the time being. Suddenly though, she asks for Troy's attention.

"I think this route's under repair. I think we should probably go the other way," she says. Troy shrugs. Your heart drops at the thought of having to wait in construction for God knows how long in this condition.