Hawkins had made such a profit from the department. I went behind the counter and there was a box full of badges and other equipment. The ID cards wer... there with a rubber band around them. I took the band off and found that each deputy had three ID cards issued to them for some reason. I decided that I would have a talk with the records and ID section this morning. From this point on each man would have one ID, and if he lost it he would have to fill out a form, and have it approved before. ." I shook now visibly. A coy girl?! Well,He was right of course, what else would I be... but there was more to me,much more! And I felt like He was making fun of me, showing me what I couldnever have, being who I was, talking like I did, blushing and stammering.I was getting more and more insecure during the conversation and got theimpression that He seemed to deliberately manipulate me, dragging me intoHis space, controlling every thought, every move, every breath with His eyes. And yet I. He removed my dress and threw it in the back and then he removed my inners and threw them outside the car. Then he opened the door went out and took a photo of me sitting like this in an open field inside the car.Then he came back and took out a xxl whit shirt and told me to wear that. I wore it but there were no top buttons and he tied a knot of the shirt near my belly.So it looked my boobs were all open and the shirt being too big my one shoulder was also nude. Now he rode me back on highway.. The moaning stopped and he looked around at me. Just as he was about to protest I rammed every inch of my cock hard into his ass. The reaction I got was a loud, protracted “Oh yes” so I continued at this pace for another few minutes. I wanked him at the same tempo and it wasn’t long before I began to suspect my own imminent explosion of cum. I changed the pumping to a slower grinding movement and could swear I felt his insides with the head of my cock. Jon’s persistent groaning was turning me.