Her heart skipped a beat as she met his eyes. It was the same cop – the one who had pulled her over not two weeks ago. She felt her face grow warm, ...lushing in embarrassment. ‘Well, Miss,’ he said, those dark eyes twinkling in amusement, a smile just beginning to spread across his roguish face, ‘it seems that my last warning wasn’t enough to keep you out of trouble.’ ‘I – sir, I am so sorry,’ she stammered, lost in his eyes and his mahogany voice, ‘I just -‘ ‘I don’t want to hear any more. She wondered what would make a man make the decision to flash girls? What was the turn-on? Maybe it was just the fact that he would get off if he scared them?While she was thinking, her hand drifted down to her pussy which had a tuft of hair above the clit. She knew Kelly shaved hers completely, she had told her. Sam preferred to have hair, and since she didn’t have a boyfriend who demanded she shave, she had let it grow. It was soft and she twirled it between her fingers and then that tickling. (#Feminism)I'd been ear dragged to some unfamiliar room and she was holding up the magazine and yelling at me and I wasn't really listening, I was concerned at the pages that were being ragdolled around. As the treatment got worse I started making last minute mental notes of the magazine suffering here. Clearly I wasn't getting this magazine back and even if I did it was going to be in a sorely degraded condition. I needed to know what might need replacing. Noticing that I was more interested. "So,we are a panty boy, are we?" she asked - or more stated. "No Ma'am," Ireplied, with my voice cracking. "All of my underwear was dirty," Itried to bluff. "Oh?" Stephanie questioned. "Then how do you explain thebra I see that you're wearing?." At that point I realized that the brastrap showed through the opening of the gown. "You're a fucking sissyslut, aren't you?." "No Ma'am," I stuttered. "Yes you are - admit it!NOW!" "Yes Ma'am," I whispered. "Louder," she said. "YES MA'AM." "Yeswhat?".