And it wasn't even my fault!
I mean the sun was really bright. I didn't even *SEE* that stop sign. And I just didn't realize I was going that fast. My eyes were on the yellow Camaro weaving in and out of traffic ahead of me, not my dashboard.
But next thing you know, there are flashing lights in my rear view mirror and a very stern looking cop walking up to my window.
Fortunately, I was wearing my lucky bra. (It's black with red polka dots.) I undid another button of my blouse as he walked towards me and thrust my chest out.
Licence, please Ma'am, proof of insurance, all that good stuff.
And then I was in *BIG* in trouble. Apparently there were a couple tickets awhile back that I forgot about and never paid. Um... Uh...
The cop just kept giving me this look, kinda like a wolf that's just cornered a rabbit. This was not good. I mean I like jewelry and everything but bracelets that link together and lock are NOT my idea of a hot fashion accessory...
I started running my fingers along the now very open neck line of my blouse. But officer can't we work something out? ;)
He smiled. I smiled back and licked my lips. And then another button came undone.
The cop jerked his head toward some bushes by the roadside. I followed after him. He lowered his zipper as I dropped to my knees.
An hour later I had cum in my hair, and on that new blouse, and a couple well stretched holes but Officer Kinky was still smiling.
And I never did hear another thing about those tickets. ;)
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