and stopped. Just now, Summer realized that the road to the tanning bed she needed ran through a not very secure area of ​​the city. Automatically looking at herself, she noted that her outfit looks mildly defiant. What did it cost only skirt huddled on the hips, completely exposing her groin covered with a narrow strip of yellow panties.

Looking at her reflection in the rearview mirror, automatically adjusting her hairstyle, Summer suddenly thought to herself that maybe her sexy outfit would help her get out of this situation by getting only a warning. The woman was cursed, driving away this idea that was not at all suitable for the mother of two children raised by a married woman.

In the side mirror there was a reflection of two policemen coming out of the patrol car at once, but Summer did not notice this. She was so lost in her own thoughts that she shuddered in surprise when there was a sharp knock on the side window. A woman hastily pressed the button window dropping the glass from the driver. A policeman who could not clearly see the car’s interior because of the deep tinting of the glass took a defensive position by putting his right hand on the holster and he had to hurry so as not to irritate the representative of the law.

Sergeant Bill Owen was taken aback by the sight that opened to him. He has patrolled the streets for many years and often faced situations when women violators of the rules tried to get out of a difficult situation with the help of flirting, undoing the top buttons on a blouse, charming smiles. Sometimes they even managed it. But now ...

“Do you know why we stopped you ma'am?” - He asked a standard question.
- To be honest officer, I absolutely do not understand what I violated! - Summer chirped widely smiling looking at a man from an open window from the bottom up, stretching his rights to him.

The policeman monotonously explained to her which points of the rules she had violated by crossing the intersection to a red light.

“Where are you in such a hurry for Mrs. Wayne?”

Summer hesitated, not knowing what to say. The partner of the sergeant inspecting the passenger compartment from the passenger’s front door straightened up meaningfully looking at Owen.

“There are strange spots on her neck.” I think she tried to hide the traces of using something narcotic.

Owen bent down to carefully look at the face and neck of a noticeably stiff woman.

“Is Stevens right, Mrs. Wayne?” Have you tried to destroy the traces of whatever substance you used until the car was completely stopped ?!

Summer is cold with fear. The clock on the dashboard of the car showed already 6 hours. She was hopelessly late in the tanning bed. But how to explain to two blunt policemen that she must manage to do all the work and return home at half past seven?

- Of course there is no sergeant! It's just the cream that I accidentally spilled on myself when I drank coffee after school. I hurried and spilled a little on the neck and blouse. I did not pay attention to it thinking that they themselves would dry out and would not be noticeable. Honestly, I am in a hurry for an important meeting.
- This is the most idiotic explanation that I heard Mrs. Wayne. If you do not want to lose the rights right here and now do not lie to me. - Say Sergeant Owen starting to get angry. In short ... The speed at which you crossed the intersection, not paying attention to the prohibitory signal of a traffic light and the spots on your neck give me reason to conduct a sobriety test with you. I ask you to get out of the car.

Summer appealingly looked into the eyes of the men hidden by sunglasses.

“Sergeant Owen,” she began, trying to make her voice sound as convincing as possible, “I tell you the truth!” I apologize for slipping into the red light.I'm really in a hurry. Let's just write me a fine and I can go on. You are welcome!

The policeman’s lips curled into a thin line, he stepped back from the side door and threateningly put his hand on the holster.

- You have to pass the test of Mrs. Wayne, anyway! Your behavior seems to me unstable. Please get out of the car. Immediately! - in the voice of the officer clanged metal.

Summer hastily opened the door and stepped onto the cracked asphalt. She could not see that the narrow triangle of her panties shamelessly put on display sergeant. The woman flushed painfully getting out. She tried to hastily pull up her skirt by covering her buttocks on which two scarlet spots from contact with the skin of the seat stood out.

“This is not needed by Mrs. Wayne!” - stopped her voice a policeman. I still have to make a search to make sure that you don’t have weapons or any prohibited substances.

The sergeant escorted her to the police car made him turn to face her and put his hands on the hood with his legs apart. Given that the skirt had ridden up to the waist, Summer had no problems with the execution of the order. However, the sergeant pushed his knee between her thighs as if inadvertently setting them even wider. Corporal Stevens approached them from the other side, not hesitating, looking at the breasts of the breasts, often billowing in the cramped lace bra, perfectly visible under the indecently undone blouse. Owen put his palms on the woman’s shoulders, forcing her to lean down. The fingers moved under her arms, slid down the ribs, and the waist walked over the back, the palms moved to the stomach and went upward, clasping the breasts. At the same time, he quite frankly pressed his groin to Summer's buttocks, so that she felt the bulge of his semi-elastic member.

Summer felt more and more nervous how quickly her crotch was moistening. Her damned body instantly responded to the gentle taps of a man’s fingers as if it was a caress. To top it off, she involuntarily moved her ass back against the man’s groin, feeling how quickly the penis swells under his pants. Summer felt cold with shame, feeling a chill of ice sweat running down her back.

Lord, what a shame!

The fingers of the man confidently moved under her blouse unbuttoned almost to the navel and felt the bra fitting her lush breasts. Summer turned pale, small drops of sweat appeared on the woman's forehead. The sergeant stumbled upon the solid stiffenings of the pierced nipples of the woman. They boldly appeared through the thin material of the bra. Suddenly, the man squeezed the swollen areoles between his fingers trying to determine what exactly the objects were hiding under the laundry. Summer shuddered in pain. She lifted her head involuntarily bent and elastically pushed her ass into the lower abdomen of the sergeant. From her mouth came a low but clearly audible moan.

- What is this Mrs. Wayne? - Owen asked while continuing to slightly pull off her nipples.

His question came to the ears of Summer from somewhere far away. She bit her lip holding back another voluptuous moan and frantically spread her fingers on the hood of the car. She experienced excruciating pain and, at the same time, the rapidly increasing pleasure from the manipulation of the policeman.

- This is a piercing sir, surprise for my husband! - She abruptly answered, trying to make her voice sound firm and not break.

The hands of the sergeant again moved to the shoulders of the woman. He abruptly even roughly turned her face to himself and pushed back so that Summer hurt her hips painfully on the hood of the car, almost falling backwards.

“I’m forced to ask you to demonstrate hmm ... this piercer to me and Corporal Stevens.” Very slowly, unbutton the bra and show off on these items. - metal still sounded in the man's voice. Watch that she didn't make sudden movements, - he added having looked at the workmate.

Summer froze in disbelief.

- Are you ... are you ... serious !?

The woman's lips quivered and tears came to her eyes. Both policemen stood silently looking expectantly at her.Summer awkwardly stretched her arms behind her back to unhook the buckle of a yellow bra. She dutifully raised the fabric up exposing the elastic balls of the breasts. Summer showered new hot wave of humiliation when both policemen whistled together. No matter what, Marcus was still talented ... Read more →