The officer put on a pair of rubber gloves as she approached. Mollie was close to boiling point, but the cop remained perfectly professional. Her hands lightly slid over the handcuffed woman's shoulders, breasts and tummy before checked her back from her nape to her waist. She went on to gently pat both her ass and the blowjob front of her short skirt. Her fingers slid up oral inside the hem of her skirt. "Do you object to me checking your intimates, Ma'am?" asian the cop queried. Mollie's demeanour belied her rise in blood pressure. She was standing on the side of a highway in handcuffs, while cars passed, slowing to witness this humiliation. Much to her chagrin, her body was responding to the woman's touch. The rather large load Clawed had deposited during their earlier romp was beginning to ooze out of her, since she was lubricating furiously. The latex touched the warmth of her still slightly dilated pussy and puffy lips, and entered, probing. As the hand emerged, the pungent liquid was clearly noticeable on the finger tips of the cop's gloves. The dog broke form from his earlier police dog stance. His tail was wagging and if the officer hadn't been holding his leash, keeping him at her side, he would have undoubtedly leaped on Mollie. This unexpected behaviour mystified the officer even more. However, at that critical moment, the radio on the cop's shoulder squawked, “Sierra Oscar 14 from Central. Subject has no warrants. Address confirmed. Vehicle is registered to her. VIN and home address confirmed. No outstanding queries or warrants. Subject is not cleared of search or pat down. Repeat not! Suggest subject be allowed to proceed if cleared.” The police dog, reacting to the radio sounds from dispatch, returned to his proper stance, momentarily wiping the incident from the cop's mind. The cop mumbled into her radio before turning and addressing Mollie. “You're free to go. Please keep under the speed limit!” she ordered Mollie. “My Hardcore apologies for detaining you." She unlocked the handcuffs and turned, stalking to her patrol car, bringing her dog to heel with as much dignity as she could muster. Once there, she let the dog hop into the back of her patrol car before she climbed in behind the wheel, revved the motor and proceeded, with japanese a squeal of rubber, to make an illegal U-turn over the painted median and head back the way she'd originally come. Mollie could still feel the smooth, slippery touch of the cop's latex gloves inside her wet pussy. She waved casually as the patrol car sped off in the opposite direction. Easing herself behind the wheel of her husband's latest attempt to pacify her, she headed towards her lover's apartment. Her adrenaline was still spiked, so she carefully parked in her spot next to metallic silver Genesis G70 and, with shaky hands, used her key card to access the elevator to the top floor. Her lover was waiting impatiently at the elevator. “You made it!” she exclaimed. With a frown, she complained, “I've been waiting for hours!” Still, she was happy to see Mollie, so she grinned impishly at her elfin face. Mollie looked abashed, and admitted sheepishly, “I got pulled over for speeding, by a pretty cop and her very handsome partner, and got cavity searched!” But if she doesn’t put up a fight, you get to drive home without us weighing you down.” He arrogantly dangles my car keys in front of me. “Of course, we don’t mind if she squirms and screams, we want her to be comfortable and all. My tears flowed again, and I walked over to the mirror. I was shocked to say the least but I really liked him so I pulled off my panties and handed them to him. He bought himself a beer and after he took a sip he said, oral “Do you want to come over to the pool tables with me? I asian have a table.” Don’t kill yourself. Turning it on, she walked back to the bedroom, rummaging through several dressers looking for her clothes. I worked through her velvety delight, giving my mother all the pleasure I could. Okay this wasn't Tara's proudest moment but she was handling it. She didn’t say a word, she didn’t even look at me. She just gave me a small smile, and looked down. You continue rubbing her clit more vividly, and she strokes you faster too. She also made sure that they could never lie to her and always tell the truth. I felt her futa-cock through her skirt. “From now on my dear you may be dressed when I arrive. When we get to the dungeon I Hardcore have Emily kneel in front of D and I tell her to suck his dick she looks scared and blowjob she should be the other girls also look nervous. The Queen dropped her back onto the bed, and in an unusual gesture, flung the blankets back over the thin girl's body. Note: Thanks to WRC264 for beta reading this. The light turned green and I took my foot japanese off the brake pedal.