By the time they found a spot to park on the crowded street in front of Rob's house, Ivy had managed to repair most of the damage that Brian's assault on her mouth had inflicted to her makeup. Only her eye liner had survived relatively unscathed, as he used her mouth against her will, but a makeup wipe and a few frantic minutes later she no longer looked like a complete whore. Now if she could just do something about the taste of cum in her mouth, she could at least pretend to have a good time tonight, she thought.

"Look at that - no one would even be able...