If you hit the eject button now you'd be left behind in the empty parking lot of the empty water park all night. Melissa would surely be one of the last people, if not the last person, to check out seeing as she manages the place. You elect to stay where you are for now, albeit reluctantly knowing that you'd soon be sat on by Melissa once more as she drove home.
You silently grunt as your boss casually takes a seat behind the wheel of her car and flattens you beneath her ass again. She clicks her seatbelt on and flicks on the radio, slightly swaying her head to the music of which you could only hear mumbles. From your perspective, the drive to Melissa's house was pure darkness and warmth.
At this point, after hours of a full day's work, you'd grown used to being nothing more than a patch on her ass cheek. You didn't even bother struggling, you knew it would be fruitless, and just waited. The vibration of the engine, the warmth, and the muffled noises even made it somewhat relaxing and meditative -- at least as relaxing as being compressed underneath a woman's ass could be.
Eventually, relief came. The vibration of the car came to a sudden stop along with the mumbling of the music and Melissa got out of her car.
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