Time to leave

Having seen enough, you teleport out of the holding room into the hallway, where you see the prostitute you have posing as Elsa speaking to an officer, who looks bewildered as he listens. It looks like your plan is working and the fake Elsa is dropping all charges against you, so you quickly make your way back to the interrogation room where Abby is still sitting still with her eyes closed. You make yourself visible again, then snap your fingers.

Abby's eyes open, and she looks confused for a second.

"You okay? You look tired," you say.

"Huh? Yeah, it's just getting late, that's all. Alright, let me go talk to her and see what I can do." Abby starts to get up, but you place a hand over hers and tell her to remain seated.

"Nah, I have a good feeling about this. Just wait a minute or 2," you say confidently.

"And then wha--" Abby doesn't even get to ask her question when the door to the interrogation room opens and the officer from before walks in. He holds the door wide and motions for you to leave.

"You're free to go," he simply says.

Abby looks at you then the officer, unsure of what to say, and you take her by the hand and lead her out of the station where a town car with a driver is waiting to take you 2 back to the estate. Sitting with you in the back of the car, Abby doesn't speak for a while until the station is some distance behind.

"I don't understand why she dropped the charges," Abby says when she breaks her silence.

"No point thinking too hard about it. Looks like it's behind us now," you say, putting a hand on Abby's knee and starting to massage it. As your hand creeps up the inside of Abby's skirt, you look in front at the rear view mirror to see if the driver reacts. He's not looking into the mirror and seems concentrated on the road.

"Really?" Abby asks.

"Well, it's been an eventful night, but I still haven't scratched an itch," you reply with a grin. If Abby knew what you had witnessed happening to Elsa, she would understand. You glance at the driver again, and Abby reads your mind.

"Edward has been with Nigel for 10 years. He's discreet but..." Abby says, trailing off at the end and not finishing her thought.

"But you've never fucked Nigel in front of him?"

"...No. Nigel wasn't really ready on the go, if you know what I mean."

"I guessed. I'm not sure about a male spectator too, but I don't think I can wait. These pants are nice and I wouldn't want to get them dirty," you say, rubbing Abby's thigh sensually enough that she squirms in her seat.

Abby looks out the window. The car is already out of the city and it's dark outside on the drive back to the estate. "We're 20, maybe 15 minutes away from home," she says, pushing your hand away, though you can tell she's not really trying.

"Come on, it'll be fun. I'm sure it's been a stressful night for you as well. Plus, I'm sure Edward won't mind, will ya, Edward?" you ask, directing the question to the driver. For once, Edward looks into the rear view mirror and makes eye contact with you briefly. He doesn't react or say anything before looking away, and for a second, you think he's just going to ignore you, when you feel the vehicle suddenly veer to the right, to the side of the dimly-lit road until you can see the long grass brushing against the windows. Then, without saying a word, Edward engages the brake and exits the car, slamming the door behind him and walking some distance away until he stops by the road and stands there with his hands tucked into his pockets and back towards the car.

You look at Abby, who is just as surprised by the driver's actions. Chuckling, you pounce onto Abby, kissing her as you start to undo your pants. She puts up no resistance at all, giving in to her desires as well as she helps you while also slipping her skirt and panties down to her ankles. Your cock slips into her pussy at the first chance and Abby moans her approval loudly, laying back in the car seat as you start to fuck her in earnest. Of course, you have plenty of pent up sexual energy from the encounter with Elsa and watching her being fucked by the police, that you hump away at Abby like a dog, nibbling at her ears and neck while she holds you close to her.

"Yeah, give me to me good!" she moans, her hips responding to your movements, not content to just be a passive participant. You hear a car zip by outside, and you wonder if the driver could see the car by the side of the road rocking gently.

It doesn't take long for her to reach climax first, shrieking in pleasure as she does and you can even feel her fingernails poking into your back through the jacket and shirt, and you keep going, fucking Abby with all you've got until you achieve release inside her too. When you cum, it almost feels like your semen is gushing into her like a pipe leading into a drain, and you heave a sigh of contentment as you slowly get off Abby. You both pant for a while, regaining your breath, before starting to get proper again even though the car reeks of sex and the windows are all fogged up. When you're both done, Abby starts to laugh, and you catch on, before she finally lowers the window to call out to Edward, telling him to come back.

He walks back, then gets into the driver's seat and pulls the car back onto the road, never once looking at you or Abby or saying a word.