My Dominate Spanish Mistress Parts two and three

“Oh right!’’ She bent over pulled them out from under the bed and threw them to me.
After I got dressed she led me outside to her car, I don’t know shit about them so I couldn’t make out what kind it was. “You might have a little bit of trouble sitting down with the uh… hard anal fucking.’’ She was right I had to gingerly lower myself into the small red car’s seat. I wonder if any of her neighbors heard what we were doing. I wonder if she did this often, or if they’d know why I had to lower myself into my seat. It looked like any suburban neighborhood, she had a nice house and with all the standard nice house things. After a few minutes of directing her to where I lived I realized I wasn’t too far from home, she pulled over to the side of the street that my apartment building was on. I went for the door handle when I heard her lock the door; did she want me to blow her again? Right in front of my apartment building?
“Have you ever thought of being with a girl like me?” she spoke up sounding rather quiet and submissive compared to the times before.
“I haven’t actually.”
“You don’t regret coming home with me do you?”
“Course not; I had a really good time.” I couldn’t speak for my anus though.
“I usually don’t do that, you know. I’m not a whore, there was just something about you, and you just seem really sweet. I didn’t want to miss my opportunity to have a relationship with you. I hope you don’t think I was using you like a slut or something.” She seemed genuinely nervous about this topic.
“I did think that for a little bit, but I realized I blew you when I was still sober and thinking straight. If I was put off by you or something like that I probably would’ve just left.”
“So do you want to see me again?”

“I’d love that.” I heard the door unlock and went for the handle before I realized something. “I’m sorry I have to ask this… but what’s your name?” I hoped this wouldn’t offend her or cause her to not want to see me again.