“You were weaving a bit back there, ma’am. Can I see your driver’s license, please?”As I fished my driver’s license out of my purse, the cop...bent down and looked over at Terry, noticing that he was in worse shape than I was. He returned his gaze to me and said, “Looks like you’ve been out tonight….maybe had a bit too much to drink?” As he said this, I could see his eyes lock onto my 35DD tits, noticing the bumps my nipple made in the thin halter top material. As I gave him my driver’s license,. ‘and why is your tongue nowhere near my cunt’?‘Filthy whore’ he lifted a leg and kissed the back of it from the calf to my arse and then his mouth descended in my cuntly area where he wreaked havoc. First teasing around the sensitive area and then sucking my clit, inserting one, then two and then a third finger in my hot wet hole, teasing my arse hole with his little finger. And before I knew it he had two fingers inserted in my cunt and two invading my arse. He was double digit, double. She gave another squeal of pleasure at this, so I proceeded to run my other thumb up there, as well. She looked back at me and gave the most devilish glare and smile, and began throwing her weight back at me. "She's a feisty one. " I said to Suzanne. She reached in the bedside drawer and tossed me a bottle of lube. "See how far that rabbit hole goes." She said with a smile. A healthy squirt of lube up her ass, and I pulled out of her pussy and drove straight up her asshole in one smooth motion.. ‘Yes, sir,’ she meekly told him. ‘Do you do it properly?’ he asked. Hoping this was playing along with her game. ‘I’m not sure, sir,’ she replied. ‘Perhaps, I should check you’ve shaved correctly,’ he smiled. He put the coffee down, as his hand shook with tension. ‘Uhhh. . .Umm, I guess so, sir,’ she quietly said. This seemed wrong! Should she let a stranger, a rough gardener, inspect her pussy? She had served him and so he was a sir, so he did know best. He looked at her with a big grin on his.