They're finished

"Okay. You're clean." announced the female official as though this were an every day situation. Leanne didn't move. She heard two sets of footsteps walk away and the door open and close. She stayed where she was, catching her breath.

Eventually she sat up and looked around. A gooey pool of her cum gathered on the table between her thighs. Hastily she got dressed before they changed their mind or someone else came in. Her panties were destroyed and she hoped her short skirt was enough to cover her naked, glistening pussy from any eager eyes.

After her ordeal Leanne just wanted to get to her hotel. She found her luggage, making sure not to bend at the waist as she retrieved it, and headed towards the taxi rank. She had no shortage of options and decided to go with an older guy who seemed the least threatening and lecherous.

The journey was about 20 minutes with little traffic on the way. It was late afternoon now, later than Leanne had planned given what had happened. She was taking in the beautiful scenery while chatting to the driver. Already feeling better about her decision to come her.

The guy was friendly, asking her about her life and giving recommendations about what to see and where to go while she was in Jamaica. When they arrived at the hotel Leanne got her money out, ready to ask how much the fare was.

"You know," he began, licking his lips. "There are other ways you can pay."

Leanne was confused at first but then noticed the thick bulge in the guy's shorts. Quickly she threw the money at him and got out as fast as she could. Grabbing her bag and dashing towards the safety of the hotel. What was wrong with this country?