It was hot, you can imagine, I wore the shorts and a tight blouse with some silly inscriptions. Then a police car stopped next to me and a driver gest...red I should get in. " Puta de Ukraina ?" (Ukrainian whore?) They asked me.I didn't hear the beginning at first and I thought they asked for my nationality. "No, soy de Polonia ." (No, I am from Poland.)" Puta de Polonia ?" Noooo ! Estudiante !" ( Noooo ! I'm a student!)"D'oh, every puta says she's student. Do you have documents?". There was a quiet tension between us. A growing feeling of mutual resentment. I could tell from her sharp glances that she was in no mood to hear a peep out of me. She'd grown tired of listening to my whimpers and sobs.Her pungent odor clung stubbornly to my face. I could smell her just as strong as I had when she was on top of me. For some irrational reason, I imagined her smelling somehow different ... As if her goddess-like appearance, would somehow make the smell unique and less revolting.. My eyes drifted shut. Heather added asubtle twist in her motion, and soon I felt the pressure start to slowlyrise like mercury in a meat thermometer."Mmmgh" escaped through the lacy panties in my mouth.Heather reached up with her other hand and freed my wrists from theoverhead light fixture."Keep your hands behind your head, slut," she ordered, and I obeyed;then her hand moved to my balls, and she slowly guided me into theliving room, fondling my balls with one hand and stroking my cock. I could see a couple of the guys who had seen her had moved very close to my car. She said ”well do you want me to get in so you can have a little play with them?” Needless to say I leaned across and opened the passenger door for her. She walked around the car ensuring she looked at the guys watching as she did and flashed them a smile. Sarah sat in the passenger seat which I had already reclined to about 45 degrees as I had done with mine. She leaned back and I leaned across and felt her.