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 and shielded her eyes from the desert glare, making it hard to Big Tits estimate her age. "I clocked you at seventy six miles jerking 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 masturbating tone of voice. The dog at her side sat at a perfect "at heel" His intelligent eyes following his handler's every nuance. He masturbation was brindled black and almost gray – mostly Shepherd, Mollie guessed. Naturally, the dog interested her as much as did the cop. Mollie handed over her driver's license, registration and insurance card. The cop peered at adorable the picture on the license. Mollie had recently undergone a major transition and the year old bleah bespectacled license photo nowhere bore almost no resemblance to the pretty elfin exciting girl sitting here in this expensive Mercedes Benz Coupe. "Ma'am are you sure this is you?" The woman on this license is in her late thirties, and obviously not you!" She peered into the window suspiciously, adding , “Will you exit the vehicle please?” As Mollie slid off the leather seat, her short skirt rode riskily high and she tugged down the short hem. The dog at the policewoman's side alerted immediately, pointing his nose at Mollie's thighs. “My dog is alerting for narcotics Ma'am. For both our safeties I'm required to restrain you. Please turn around and I'll cuff you. This does not mean you are under arrest – I am merely detaining you for both our safeties! There was the glint of steel in the sun, and a ratcheting sound as the cuffs embraced Mollie's wrists firmly. After Mollie had her hands cuffed behind her the cop continued, “Do you have any objection to me searching your vehicle?” Mollie was trying hard to remain calm. "No, go right ahead. The car is a week old, I don't think I have any form of narcotic in the car!" she exclaimed angrily. The dog was led to the car and after a desultory search lasting all of 2 minutes, the dog sprang from the car. The cop had been encouraging the dog with 'Zoek Herman zoek' (commanding the dog to 'seek') but the dog showed no interest in any portion of the new silver Benz. Instead, he once again 'pointed' towards the handcuffed Mollie. "They won't all jump at the chance to bed an old man like you." Digging ourselves deeper into this hole?" I don’t even know if they’ll like you because I don’t know but I think they always wanted me to be with an Indian boy. “You know what you did. If anything, I think the both of us masturbation were glad that she took my intervention so seriously and accepted the ultimatum that she needed to do something about her condition. I would keep a fire burning in the stove almost nonstop, starting it in the morning and then rekindling it when I got home and before bed. I’ll never forget it. The bed was sideways to the closet. As their conversation continued, Big Tits she hesitated as they could hear Sasha moaning, screaming jerking and crying in the throws of adorable passion. Wendy watched wide-eyed at the naughty sight. She, herself was nervous, but always liked to try new and exciting things. Though she had her doubts, it became clear after a masturbating few seconds that something was not quite right.