Frustrated self-reflection in a car

There I was sitting behind the wheel of my expensive sportscar, don´t ask me what manufacturer or model thats something I totally left to Balthazar all I cared about was the looks and feels of it, well the car did not comfort me. Frustrated I punched on the steering wheel like a maniac while my tears were ruining my eyeshadows....

This... this.... this hag, this godamnd witch! She knew what she was doing when not just throwing me out but first putting on this show to mindfuck me!

For a short moment I was thinking of getting back up there confronting her. Yet I was sure she wouldn´t let me in so all I would potentially be doing is jellying at an intercom and looking pathetic while I was doing so.

No, I had still my pride! And well besides that I still was yearning for some good sex....

For a short moment I considered satisfying myself right where I was now. Then I reminded myself of having at least some standards and started thinking of what else I could do...