the doctor, after his intervention, both nipples of the woman in any circumstances excitedly stuck out like two antennas. Summer practically lay on the hood of the car in a defiant pose under the sticky gaze of two men, she saw her own reflection in the sergeant's sunglasses and it seemed ugly dissolute to her.

As if to humiliate her even more, Owen said:

“Well, yes, very erotic ...” he muttered to himself. Mrs. Wayne on your body there are still any foreign objects that can mislead me with a further search? - the sergeant's voice is complete.

Summer involuntarily rolled her eyes and mixed up. She didn’t want to tell two completely unfamiliar men about the gilded ring with a prodigy in the labia. She just had no idea how to do it. What will they think of her !? The situation was getting unbearable. Finally, she braced herself to convince herself that they were not just men, but representatives of the law, and said that she had piercings in the crotch area and she would have preferred not to demonstrate it.

The officers exchanged glances as she thought with evil joy.

- I'm afraid that you do not have the right to demand anything! You have committed a very serious offense, and your behavior looks extremely suspicious. - began Corporal Stevens.
“Miss Wayne, with all due respect.” You will have to pull aside the panties and show us that this is a piercing and not something illegal. - now the man did not even try to depict regret in his voice, he clearly enjoyed the power over the gorgeous woman.

Summer cried silently. A wave of self-deprecation rolled over her. It seemed to her that no matter what she did, as if she did not try to live a normal life, every new day would bring back the new calmness to her all the new trials, each degrading than the other. The woman involuntarily pressed her hand to her face and her shoulders shook. After a second, she jerked feeling some pressure on the crotch just below the pubis. Rising up, she lifted her head with horror when she saw that the second police officer pulled out a black baton and was trying to pull the tip of her panties between her thighs to the side. Both perfectly saw that the yellow fabric darkened at the edges from moisture, shamelessly demonstrating that a woman is excited by this humiliating situation.

- What are you doing? Immediately stop! Exclaimed Summer, indignantly, without even attempting to move her legs or cover her groin.
“Either you do it yourself, Miss Wayne or Corporal Stevens will do it with his club!” - toughly said Owen. Well!! Do what is ordered!

Summer jerked as if from a slap in the face and intercepted the corporal’s quick glance at his partner and more likely read his lips than she heard the scorching face: Here a whore!

She was again thrown into a fever and her face went colored with stains from a suffocating sense of shame. His stomach clenched and for a moment it seemed that she was just going to be sick. She closed her eyes hopelessly and slowly stretched her left hand to her groin. Having hooked the fabric of her panties with her nails, she pushed them aside, showing the men sticky-open swollen labia with two gold-plated little rings pierced through velvety tender flesh. She was reclining on the hood of a police car with her blouse unbuttoned to the neck with a bra crumpled skirt twisted around the waist with her legs wide apart and shifting her panties as if offering herself to two unknown men. The woman was ready to fall through the earth in shame.

Men involuntarily approached her leaning over. The corporal did not remove his club and pressed harder on the mouth of the labia, which made the right one crumple and move aside, exposing the clitoris hood and petals of the small lips that stretched dozens of thin strings of sticky mucus.

“Corporal, why don't you insert the baton into Miss Wayne's vagina, we must make sure that there is nothing illegal hidden there!” - Owen's voice began to tremble, he did not even try to observe the appearance of decency, realizing that the woman is completely in their power.

With a distorted face, Summer watched as Smith grabbed the baton and put the tip down to the entrance of her vagina, and almost brought her inside when the radio serpant’s shoulder began to hiss and the dispatched voice of the dispatcher informed the team that a serious accident had occurred nearby and they should immediately arrive at the scene. The woman was relieved, hoping that the humiliating search would now cease, but the men seemed to be in earnest. They approached her closely, standing on either side, and Summer heard heavy breathing and also saw how dark fire flashed in Corporal Smith's eyes. The tip of the baton effortlessly penetrated her moist vagina. Summer involuntarily opened her mouth and squeezed his soul with a palm, a moan, her heels scraped across the asphalt, and her belly on the court glittered with thin strips of sweat and wavyly moved in time with her frequent breathing. She felt like a rather thick bat penetrating her body deeper and deeper. The men simultaneously extended their arms and squeezed Summer’s nipples with their fingers, starting to turn the piercing pins from side to side. The woman involuntarily arched on the hood frantically clutching the wing with her hand so as not to slide down.

Stevens drove into the vagina of the violator not less than 20 centimeters of black plastic of her baton. He perfectly saw how responsively her body reacts to this and just lost his head enjoying his power over the submissive whore. A lustful smile crawled on his face and he began to move with a baton literally fucking a woman. With each new push the teacher's body twisted and shuddered more and more noticeably. She clutched the fender of the car with both hands, threw back her head and turned her face to the side trying not to look at them with her partner. Both her legs visibly tensed, her thighs often trembled, she even stood on tiptoe on her shoes with a huge heel.

Each new push of the stick pushed Summer to orgasm. She was simply raped on the hood of a car, but this caused her wild, sophisticated pleasure. The brain simply refused to control the body, which was flexibly writhing before the eyes of the police, struck by the pleasure of pain and especially the humiliation that it now experienced. She heard how the street was noisy nearby, cars were passing by someone could see them at any moment and this only made the enjoyment more.

- Fuck her faster Stevens! - breathed out the sergeant hoarsely. We need to go to the challenge, but I will not leave until this shameless bitch does not finish!

He firmly squeezed the woman's nipple by turning the pin around the axis. Summer could not stand it. Her heavy breathing gave way to a piteous moan, then another. They grew louder and more often. Her hips and lower abdomen rhythmically moved in time with the immersion of the baton. She heard a distinct juicy champing and felt how droplets of mucus rolled down the buttocks, abundantly evolving from her vagina. The corporal unexpectedly stopped moving his instrument, practically pushing it out.

- Nooo! - Summer howled hoarsely.

She threw up her right leg by setting the heel on the bumper of the car and grabbed Corporal Stevens by the wrist and forced her to drive the club into her lap to the maximum depth. She convulsed when the tip rested against the cervix. Feeling a real storm of conflicting emotions, severely suffering from the humiliation of Summer literally exploded with an orgasm.For the first time in her life, a dull white trickle of ejaculant burst from her urethra, taking the surface of the baton almost to the ribbed handle. And then on the ground, under the feet of the officers, who had humiliated her in a small parking lot in front of an abandoned building, splashed an elastic golden stream of urine.

Almost not seeing anything in front of her, Summer lay back on the hood, still arching her lower back in shrill splashes of pleasure from a slowly diminishing orgasm, feeling the club leaving her vagina with juicy champing, muscles involuntarily contracting around a plastic rod.

- Lick her bitch! - croaked Stevens. I can not hang it on the belt. From her sore vagina whores!

He reached forward, pressing the tip of the baton with which the stinging threads of sticky moisture hung down to the bitten lips of the woman. She readily opened her mouth and moved her head, choking on the surface of the baton, richly covered with salty and at the same time sweet nectar. A man with a satisfied smile moved his baton trying to smudge Summer's discharge on her cheeks and then shoved it into her mouth, pushing it so deep that the blonde started to choke. Finally, he removed the baton on his belt with disgust, looking like a woman on the hood turns her eyes senselessly and rather licks her shiny lips with a smug smile. Finally, he could not resist and strongly pulled the ring piercing Summer's right sexual lip, which caused her to scream, bend over and still slid off the car onto the asphalt.

The officers got into the car and left the parking lot, roaring the siren goodbye. Summer was sitting on the hot asphalt half-naked, pointlessly watching them go. She barely remembered how they had left and how long she had been sitting like that.

The approaching car blinded it with headlights and Summer came to itself hastily shrank behind its car. She pointlessly blinked her eyes, automatically straightening her skirt, lowered the bra with difficulty, fastened it, smoothed the crumpled blouse, tucking it under the skirt belt again, and with difficulty straightened. Remembering the instructions of the master "T" she did not button up the blouse in the upper third. She got into the car and looked at her watch. 6-30 pm.

- Oh my God! - she exclaimed.

She had only an hour left to visit the solarium and have time to return home ...

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