Definitely take a detour.

You voice your opinion of taking a different route, just in case. The vote passes unanimously. It seems like nobody wants to wait around for construction if it's true, even if the alternate way may take a few minutes longer. It should be worth it.

Just as you begin to relax, you feel her fingers creep up your inner thigh. They move closer and closer to your sensitive spot, causing you to squirm awkwardly on her lap. At least the two of you are still covered by the blanket, so the rest couldn't see under your skirt... but this was horrible in its own right.

She starts to tease you slowly. Very slowly. Her fingers barely press against the edges of your labia, simply causing you to flush red and softly sigh. You curse her skilled fingers. She seems to be able to make anything feel amazing.

Soon you would arrive at McDonald's though, and you could rest. Surely she wouldn't do this out in the open. She speeds up slightly... Oh. You moan quietly.

But then your face turns white as the truck slows to a stop. You look up ahead and see a dozen cars lined up in front of a large construction site in the middle of the street. Vehicles pull in behind you, locking you in as you all await the worker to flip his stop sign around.

"Oops! Sorry, guys. I must have got it backwards," says Alison.

"Heh. It's alright. Everybody makes mistakes," chuckles Troy. "I wasn't in any rush anyway. I hope you guys weren't."

"Not me!" shrugs Roger.

Not you either, of course. Alison wasn't just a devil. She was the Devil.

Her fingers slide up inside you. You tense up, shaking at the intense sensation, further amplified by the eyes around you. You look to the right and even see others in the car next to yours, idly glancing towards you four. You were trapped.

You squeak, feeling her glide past your most favourite place, deep within your pussy. Her other hand softly pets your opposing thigh. Your entire bottom half quivers, and your breathing quickens. You need to do something quickly.

"Hey," exclaims Alison. Both other men look towards you and your shoulders tense up in frustration. "Were you going to tell everybody something just now, Jane?"

Troy and Roger watch, waiting for a response. Alison fingers you faster.