Clean her

Baxter said, "Steele, I think we have some wet wipes to your left. Wanna grab them? Our lady friend here needs to clean up."

Steele nodded, and produced a container of wet wipes. He took one and started delicately applying it to her private area, cleaning off the sweat, mud, and natural lubricant she'd been excreting. He started on her front, then moved down to the exposed pink area.

Yisel was in no position to argue. She actually found the wetness therapeutic, and they were lightly scented. As long as Steele didn't get too curious, this wouldn't be too much of a prob-

"Aaaaah!" she groaned unexpectedly. Steele had used the wet wipe directly on her exposed pussy, which of course triggered a sexual response. She had squirted a small amount of her juices onto Steele directly, which caused him to stop.

The two men stared at her. Baxter chuckled. "Did you like that?"

She shook her head. "No."

"Weird," Baxter replied, "because it sure sounded and looked like you did."

"I didn't."

Baxter shrugged. "Oh well. Steele, keep cleaning her."

Steele proceeded, with the wipe, cleaning her completely. He even triggered a few more sensitive areas, but Yisel was determined to keep her mouth shut firmly.

Baxter sniffed again. "Good girl, and you smell even better."

She didn't reply. Instead she felt something stirring beneath her... Oh my. It was his cock, which was directly below her butt. It felt large and brutish. No doubt he wanted to do her right here and now.

The van suddenly stopped, causing her underside to jerk forward and back on top of his junk. "Where are we?" She asked weakly.

"I believe we've arrived, Yisel," Baxter answered. "And we're happy to let you go."

"Thank you," she said.

"Just one little thing..."

She froze. What could he possibly want?