Stopped

Sweetie Yes, hello, I’m … I just left the gym I’m on my way … Sure, why not. I’ve caught you How about the trip What Phew … how I’m looking forward to see you … Okay, in 10 minutes I’m there so far … I love also.

That was the last I talked to my husband before the arrest, so it’s normal to be uneasy and worried when after half an hour had not arrived, and after an hour and a half had shown no signs of life.

. It was really just out of the gym was so eager to get home I do not even dried on after a quick shower hair I got the tracksuit, I got all the laundry.. in the bag and ran. It was pitch dark and yet the temperature was very pleasant. I walked briskly two blocks to get to where he had parked. I put my gym bag in the trunk and the keys in the ignition. Among the hurry to see him, distraction mobile and trust who does the same route every day, I skipped the light at the first corner. The worst thing is that neither I heard until dazzled me the bluish lights of a motorcycle cop who appeared out of nowhere one of the side streets to which I occupied.

Buah !. I can not believe me, I told myself.

I looked in the rearview mirror and saw much to my regret that the other side of the street that had just crossed a line of cars waiting walk light. A row that my vehicle and I should be leading by pure distraction and had left behind me.

The mere presence of that blue glow had an effect on my right foot, which let the accelerator instinctively feel less pressure, which contributed in turn to the light emitting that bike and human figures that were driving every second more close to catch up with me and make me a signal with his arm to stop me. And so I did, putting me in two rows on one side of the road, limiting myself to wait. Without stopping the engine without turning off the lights. He passed me around the head. If I told you I did not realize that was confused, I did not see the light … I’ll be giving you more reasons than this cop and has to wear a piece of fine. If I say that the light was still green, he thinks that over bad conductor I believe is idiotic. What if I say I’m in a hurry because I go to a hospital to see a relative who has just had an accident? Who knows … the same strain but then have to submit a medical report. That’s it: I’ll tell you who has every reason in the world, so, to fine me, I deserve it. Who knows if putting on your part will give him punishment and let me unpunished

Light stopped his bike in front of my car. She lowered her with a desperate parsimony and approached my window. I never before had I been in that situation so I do not know if it was enough to down the window or should get off the car. I opted for the first choice.

Fuck.How imposes this guy. You do not think removing the helmet? Are these going on bike does not always go in pairs? Well, better that way. Two would be much worse. What was making me nervous. Well, to see where it comes from …

Good night.

Good night.

Let me vehicle documents and driving license, please.

Documentation … Yes, of course. A time.

As she pulled a folder from the glove compartment and gave thanks to my sense of order, I noticed that his voice had to be distorted by the helmet and sounded something more serious and hollow than it actually should be. Cops these, you have to get annoyed … how appropriate. Anda no crime in Madrid to have to stand me for a distraction. Sure the helmet does not mean because he knows that this imposes. He is cocky and rude … Chulito because slight disrespect. Great, here’s everything. Anda if after all this is what you want … Hopefully.

Here you are, and lent him three documents.

Mmmm … Leather gloves. While examining the papers had largarle, watching me to recognize in the photo, and pulled away from the window to check the license plate, it gave me time to brag about details of police clothing. Uncle helmet or joke not go away, so I focused on his appearance from the neck down. They have always given me much morbidity uniforms. In addition, this type suited him extremely well. He appeared to have a good strong legs and molded under that estrechito pants. And those boots … I could turn around. It sure has put the ass as well as the legs. That of carrying gun took him worse. Thinking that go all day carrying a weapon. Sure, that’s why I like the firefighters, is why …

When I returned to raise his helmet sight until I could see the other side of his visor raised a young, dark eyes and pursed directly they pointed at my breasts. I felt extremely intimidated. Is it possible? What you are looking at this guy? In a reflex action, hawking throat to get him out of his distraction, I asked hopefully in a positive response, if that was all. Better not tell you in a hurry, lest you be bothered.

Here he said returning my documentation; and as one who changes the subject said as he pulled a pen and a notepad: Have you skipped a red light; I have to punish you, miss.

Miss? No hits it nothing to miss. If it looks hard … What the hell was looking so intently? Dam curiosity he had awakened with his eyes, I lowered the hood to look in the small mirror that is in the back and left doubts came below the neck. I closed the hood and looked to appreciate me live better. My hair had slipped clear over my shirt, which was now wet enough and had become a transparent veil that showed much of the northern hemisphere of my breasts without the slightest modesty while my tracksuit jacket remain open. I’m sure I blushed until a tone of exaggerated blush on my cheeks; tone that you get when you maquillas low light, everything seems little blush until you go out. Or that other tone morning hangover, that you use with wide brush to alleviate the effects of not having slept. Sure it is with laughter behind that stupid helmet, and now that he has realized that blatantly watching me know, and I did not hear.

The cop followed his own. When next thing I knew I had filled a form with my data and expected me to sign it. What professional. He offered me his pen as I indicated a leather-wrapped finger where he was signing. Ha!You believed what you … To chulita I

If you do not mind, I’d like to read the details before signing.

He nodded and I settled down to wait impatiently leaning with one hand on the top frame of the window.

To read was! But as a way to gain time it worked well. She was sure that the massif was looking at my bust with full freshness, now from a better position. I assessed the situation as fast as I could while disguised be concentrated on reading the fine print. If now closed my tracksuit jacket he won; That would clearly admit that I had noticed and had intimidated me a point for his tough-guy ego. If you chose to challenge him to keep his insolent eyes, the game would continue until the withdrawal, in which case I won. Let’s play … Make bets. I turned my head in one quick motion that guaranteed me back to catch him with his eyes on my wet shirt. Indeed.Only now, instead of hide, I looked alternately to the eyes and boobs. It was he who was challenging me.

This got me mad. I thought so direct and so unwieldy provocation, my eyes did not know at what point a few seconds to focus and was unfinished drawing lines around a large, attractive and extremely suggestive complexion. The fact is that I felt embarrassed and praised at a time. Not sure if this guy was trying to be funny or was abusing its use shielded aware that any complaint on my part uniform. Also, I was a little doubt about his attitude. At the end of the type he had not had attempted lewd comments or exceeded; He just stared. It was not his fault if an oversight on my part attracted full attention.

Agent, sorry, I will not sign the sanction that wants interpose I said looking into his eyes inside the helmet.

Still I do not know where did that formalism as appropriate, but obviously sounded to challenge authority, which was exactly what I had to pretend my subconscious, and what my defiant look he ratified.

How do you say, pretty

“&quot ;, which Nice trusts, is not

I say I will not sign … what do you think, Agent ?, I replied with some rin ting sarcastically emphasizing on the word ” agent ” . syllable by syllable

By his tone she had said that then his helmet hid a mischievous smile well. I lost a good deal of vergü embarrassment and in an attempt to prove that he was challenging sticking to the seat of my back that corresponds to the kidneys, chest out. I noticed as my nipples hardened by second. The breeze blowing through the window and humidity of my shirt had good because of that reaction, but also those gloves resting on my window, as if to invade my land.

Without that I could react one hand disguised as black he snuck out the window and grabbed the nearest chest to the door with such determination and firmness that I had no time to react before the other hand made the same journey towards the other breast. I hoped my arms to flutter preventing the approach of the police. Far from it, my back my breasts stretched to excel even more than my torso grateful for the visit of those hands outright. I could not believe what this guy was doing me, and yet I felt so much curiosity and curiosity to know how far he was willing to go that I let her do as she walked with my eyes could see everything from inside the car. I was concerned that someone might be watching us, not because verg&Nuuml, fearing embarrassment as that would have broken the speed with which they were rushing my wishes. At this point any passerby would not salvation, but a mockery of chance. How has my bastard. What Uncle nose … but damn, how it made me! Go powder has. Well, at least I’ll get rid of the fine … pull the roll, I say. Too bad this is in accordance with the situation and not give more because they suck up the tabs.

I do not recognize myself. There I was in my car on the side of the road, with a wet shirt under which pointed breasts my surprise and pleasure is exalted. After the window was framed part of that uniform. I thought better about the fact that while he had not even seen his face, and I could get an idea of ??the size of his cock that was hinted to me from inside the trousers more subtly than its owner.

Well, I’ll have to stop … he said without taking my hands his bold front magreaban me through a good layer of cowhide.

Is it not by resisting arrest ?, I ironicé.

He ignored my question, my breasts are not left without pinching my nipples were by then well marked, and headed for his bike, showing his back and buttocks. This was suspected as hard as stone. The uniform fit him like a glove third. It seemed the most desirable man, not only for his uniform, also for its blatant forms, for his handling of the situation that gave me no choice but to play along.

Paralyzed, sitting in my seat, I saw radio spoke briefly as he turned toward the street, gesturing discreetly. Out of curiosity I looked back in the same direction and found a clone of my uniform; same bike, same dress, similar corpulence. The view did not give me more comparisons, but these were enough to realize that I was not only provocative suggestive. If me and missed me. They always go in pairs.

He pinned his bike and headed back to the car; this time the passenger seat. He opened the door and took a few seconds before slinks in and feel more aggressive its invasion of my space. When I finally dared to look at him I discovered that he had removed his helmet and held it in his hands, resting on his knees. He turned back and left him in the back seat. It is much younger than it looks from the voice. His face was attractive to me, but certainly were their words and their safety in their power to excite opposition not to do what I was getting a thousand.

We’re, beautiful.

Precious? What follows is “&quot ;? princess Mmmm … your block with your physical voice perfectly.

We go … where do ?, I said trying to make me hard, nothing frightened, the self-confident … The chulita if you hurry me.

You lead, I said factly.

And he had not finished joining the track when he had his hand between my thighs; He fondled me in a hurry, as if seeking a map in the glove.

Things got out of hand. My hormones gave my jumps while stunned neurons vainly tried to suppress the enjoyment of that situation as morbid as it was unexpected.

I drove as I could, owned by his hands and undressed. Among the dead of night, the shortage of pedestrians and discretion of their movements, from outside the vehicle could not be seen anything that was going on inside.

His fingers would slip under my shirt, my pants cupped sport elastic waistband encouraging me to do my will unrelated movements were always aimed to provide the route.

We had enough away from the city. During the trip I was afraid because nothing lit circulábamos by a secondary road, which also did not know. I could not concentrate on their touching, but not in the way, and yet he was excitedly. I could not ask him to stop, knowing that it had been the most successful for at least arrive safely wherever we were going.

For here, he said.

Where the hell are we? If I had to come back I would not know how to get there. We stopped in front of a rising barrier topping the fenced perimeter of a vast terrain that nothing enlightened intended to accediéramos. The entrance was controlled by a guard who was in a booth on the side of the barrier, sitting in a swivel chair, listening to a radio station blaring announcing the news at 23.00.

Wait a minute, do not go, eh? I jokingly said, nipping the neck while his hand held me by the neck.

¿Go? It would be very easy to go, but no, I will not go. Lost to the river. If I come here I have to know what comes next. It was well focused on their bites on her ass, and especially in his cock, who had been sighing under his pants with each of its surprising touch. He got out and walked to the checkpoint. It took less than a minute to return to his seat.

Still a little more, we’re almost there, he said as he unbuttoned belt.

We went through a rather abrupt clearing. There was a half cars in rows on either side of a path that I followed intuitively because it did not return to me any indication. After about m left behind cars and trees just dazzled by the headlights reeling from the continuous bumps guessed. I stopped walking and he pulled the handbrake. I removed the contact without removing the keys and pulled the lever under my seat to throw him back. He did the same. Well, now, what

My phone broke the silence.

Catch him. It will be your husband.

I looked puzzled because I do not wear alliance.

Put it in your documentation. Love married, you are the most calentitas he said pouncing on my breasts again, this time with his mouth wide open and hands.

I realized that I had completely forgotten that I was heading home, which a week ago had not seen my husband and I would be waiting for some time. But this was no time to answer now, so I left to continue playing as I slipped between his claws to get me wet shirt. She longed to feel those hands and that hot mouth on my nipples, without fabric through. He soon fulfill my wishes. I found it very exciting to give myself to a stranger on such a morbid situation. My friend Laura will be right. It will be true that fast with unknown powders are the best, but I had never gone through the imagination that this occurs at sites other than a nightclub. If fuck is given as well as touch my tits, I’m dying to taste here a while.

I felt the need to have his cock in my hands to weigh their size, so I released my arms one of their own, and extended my hand to his crotch. It was touch and want to fit me, no matter the position, I allowed anyone worth acoplárseme.

He got out and walked past. The lights brightened a few seconds and appeared as the beginning of the night, next to my window. He opened the door to leave and also when it was about to change my mind.

Wait agent, now I want to examine your record, not going to be that he is pretending to be a cop and what is not.

He dropped his pants to let his cock out, pointing to the roof of the car. I turned on the seat of the vehicle pulling my legs and grabbed his belt Additional who were pinned his weapon, his wives and his club. She put her arms crossed in the roof of the car and left to arms. I licked his member with a generous selfishness, thinking about the pleasure it gives me to do it at my own pace, enjoying every lick, without order, as I please. As soon sucked his penis rounded like a giant lollipop as nibbled his ear of corn which trunk. He is fingering their eggs and greedily pressed his ass while moaning and admiration he dedicated his immediate response in the form of reflex movements. Lengü etear much cock as I could fit in the mouth and pajear other hand it gave me so much excitement that I could not wait to stop, until he retired.

Nena’re putting me a thousand. If you go I’m going to come.

For if not to come, agent, will have to hold my hands, I said seriously, looking circumstances overreacting.

Okay, as you are detained, he said holding my wrists tightly. You wanted it …

He unhooked his handcuffs from his belt and placed me joining my hands up to my breasts, with bent arms. I admit I do not like a good idea because I always prefer to have my own hands to caress simultaneously, but complain of the game have seemed so omitted any comment and continued for a few minutes looking over his cock to blow language, winding through its trunk rivers of blood coated channeled towards an increasingly highlighted glans.

My phone rang repeatedly, but it was now a good time.

Someone is waiting for you, eh? We ended soon …

To my intention is nothing but good. He grabbed me by the waist and sat me down on the hood, above the conical area directly illuminated headlights. He put a hand on my back and his mouth sucking my nipples until I stopped lying. I felt a tremendous contrast between the warmth of your hands and the cold hood on my bare back. He lifted my legs to his shoulders and pulled my pants dragging my underwear.

Now I will cachearte, is what we do with any detainee, do not think you’re going to deliver, he said as he slipped his fingers into my vagina at once.

I raised my arms bound at the wrists and began to move her hips, leaning on the hood with heels and shoulder blades. It sank but his hand between my legs covering all the moisture that was generated and began to bite and suck my thighs while his other hand clutched one of my breasts. It took me seconds to express groans all the pleasure I was feeling. I was possessed by a stranger who was taking me to the stifling of pleasures. They were not your fingers and your hands or your mouth, nor uniform, or … was it! Even my own whining me were exciting. I received wives with so little grace helped to make me feel more enjoyed, more abandoned what he wanted me alone, and can say that the situation involved in this ” all ” It was more than enough to take a brutal orgasm crowned by my breathing and my pleas to not stop.

I stepped down, at which time his hands clenched my buttocks to the point of almost hurt me.

This ass, I want to see this ass. Turn around, well I have to cachearte behind.

It was getting increasingly aggressive; the perceived pressure on your teeth and hands, and in the virulence of their movements. I lie down again, this time on my chest with my arms between them and the plate and heated, turning away. I felt rested his hand on my tailbone and rubbed his cock between my buttocks. Another kind of cock began to run down my back. That surprised me and I could not help my urge to turn his head shattering the machinations that my imagination had charge of forging to meet with his cock in one hand while the other held his baton and went through my back pressing slightly. His face was broken and I must admit that turned to fear.

Baby, I’ll cut you in two. Fuck you all night, slowly she said huskily as he pulled his cock out of my ass and supported the club.

He rubbed my humidity and again through my back and my sides leaving a narrow trail that was chasing his tongue. Again I docked the baton between the buttocks, and also felt the presence of his cock hanging my entry. He moved the club up and down on my ass, back and forth across my slit; Meanwhile, he also rubbed with it, glued to my body pressed against the body.

Now more than ever wished your beautiful phallus inside. I tiptoed hoisted in supplication and then realized that I could not expect more.

He entered just as vigorously that I felt in; Before I knew it my muscles embraced it from within so that he should not flee. His pubic pressed me against the hood while his hands held my breasts and buttons of his shirt digging into my back. His thrusts were becoming stronger, closer together and deeper, like I’m digging deep.

My legs were weak. I again had another orgasm that arrived shortly before I take her out to come between my buttocks.

Have you had enough, wrist

Bastard, stop calling me doll, no hits you. ¿I remove wives or fear loosing I give

And what hits me ?, he asked turning around. ¿You a ticket and let you escape? He laughed shamelessly, as everything he did. Come on.

I removed the handcuffs, picked up the baton from the ground and began walking toward the gate at the entrance buttoning his pants. I saw his silhouette made smaller at the end of the halo of light, and I felt something cold. I picked up my clothes from the floor and dressed indecisive missed by her walking. I got into the car and pulled. Upon reaching the checkpoint found the high barrier and no trace of my cop or guard the entrance, so I did not think twice and drove down the road in the opposite direction that had brought me there. Yes, more attentive, looking for any indication.

It rang again my mobile.

Affection? Yes, hello, yes, yes, I’m fine. That siiiiii. And as well, you do not know how much. Well, yes, I’ve had a setback on the way to home, but in a while I’m there. All right, yes. Peace man. Now, love, and … No, I could not call, no. I’m sorry.Sure, yeah. On arrival I tell you. I have some time to think what I tell you … you expect me awake? Voucher.Until now, love. … Me too.

I know it was not a dream in the sauna the gym because I have a helmet in the trunk poly and last week I got a ticket.