And now she was late. Her concentration was shattered by the squawk of a voyeur siren behind her. The blue,red and white revolving lights on the cruiser lit up behind her, stabbing her eyes in the rear-view mirror, so she lifted her foot off the gas pedal and coasted to a stop on the shoulder of the road. She waited, heart racing a bit while the officer probably used the cruiser's radio to report Mollie's license plate number. This, Mollie knew, was standard procedure to check for outstanding warrants, or even unpaid parking tickets. The cop who exited from the cruiser looked like a poster-girl for female cops everywhere, except for the dog leashed at her side. Mollie estimated her to be about five foot ten inches tall. She filled the khaki uniform she wore as if she had been poured into it. Eyeing it in her mirror, Mollie couldn't see a single Hairy wrinkle in that starched khaki uniform. The basket-weaved double-clasped "Sam Brown" leather belt around her trim waist slanted down on her left side, and supported a holstered semi-automatic pistol and pouches for spare ammunition and regulation handcuffs. Her blonde hair was tied back, as per the regulations, in a ponytail, that flowed out of the back of her baseball cap. Mirrored "aviator" Raybans hid teen and shielded her eyes from the desert glare, making it hard to estimate her age. "I clocked you at seventy six miles per hour, Ma'am. The speed limit posted for this section of the freeway is fifty-five. May I see your license, insurance, and proof of registration please?" the cop uttered in a no-nonsense tone of voice. The dog at her side sat at a perfect "at heel" His intelligent eyes following his handler's every nuance. He was brindled black and almost gray – mostly Shepherd, Mollie guessed. Naturally, the dog interested her as much as did indian the cop. Mollie handed over her driver's license, registration and insurance card. The cop peered at the picture on the license. Mollie had recently undergone a major transition and the year old bleah bespectacled license amateur photo nowhere bore almost no resemblance to the pretty elfin exciting girl sitting here in this expensive Mercedes Benz Coupe. What was he doing? A short young man snapped his ankle as he landed awkwardly in the trench. Intrigued, I let my fingers trail down her back, pausing to cup and caress the wonderfully firm curve of her rounded rump, and then progressing downward to find the hem of her shamefully short skirt. “That you sluts call the Mindfucking… I gained some very useful data as to your preferences that indian will be amateur used during this reprogramming.” You haven't forgotten me have you?" He looked at her quietly for a minute. “I’m not sure I have a satisfactory answer for you, but I can assure you that somewhere down the road there are some rewards for doing Hairy all that.” Holy shit! I worked it for about half an hour with my hands and mouth and he woke up two seconds before his huge hand grabbed the back of my head to hold me in place and he emptied his cum load into my mouth. After they finish fucking, next couple will go. As I expected Apollon had Pallus handle Vestus's torture. “Oh, definitely, she easily has five pounds on you.” “Maybe it's time to change the laws so I can do this,” Maurice said, wrenching her arms free from her wife's grip. I suckled, sweet cream flowed. "Slut, why did you leave so quickly? Even if she was concerned about the girl not accepting what was about to happen, Patricia knew that at least she would get to get her son’s hard cock inside of her. Scarlet’s body bore a glistening sheen from the sweat of her exertion and the hot morning sun. So Papa Bear began to secretly eat Baby Bear's porridge on a regular basis. When I got back to voyeur the house it was nice and quiet. When I came back Rhiana was leaning back with her eyes closed, fingering her clit with her legs wide open. Seeking permission and guidance. After about ten minutes, she grew impatient, “Okay, that’s enough. I asked. "Ask him if he needs a drink." The place was still half full and what looked like a slave torture party was getting underway. Lets be together. "Okay, okay," Rico said, and then breathed a big sigh of relief, when he discovered that, thanks in part to Cindy's repeated poking at his dick-head with the sharp tip of the switchblade, his penis had finally softened up enough to allow him to urinate. She gags as she comes up for a breath, stroking him fast before looking up and saying, “give me your cum Mike…I want to swallow it down, every fucking drop…” Her lips wrap around his head once again and her face drops and lifts a couple of times before Mike’s hips leap upward and his hands go to her head, holding teen it as each heave upward means more cum down her throat. Stars danced before my eyes. Like. “The Program is amazing.” Maybe another time, she thought to herself. That pleasure was about to ripple over her. My face is facing the screen. “Ooh, you eat pussy so well.” It burned like nothing other.