Then the cop suggested I get undressed before getting in the car and the to just sit on the towel on the back seat. I'm thinking he's done this before...I do as instructed and get in the back seat. On the way to the meeting place I had fingered myself so I would be ready. It turned out to be a good thing I did. As soon as I was seated the cop gets in and positions himself between my legs which he had spread wide open and pushed back. It was kind of an uncomfortable position for me. He pulled his. It fitted straight across his breasts, except for theshoulder straps which were only about an inch wide and heavily frilled.The bodice was of some firm shiny material which enclosed him firmly andmade it just a little hard to breathe. The decolletage was decoratedwith some chiffon layers, but the back was cut straight across. But theskirt! Or should he say, 'skirts!"Layers of stiff organza of a deep red, softened by chiffon that matchedthe material at the bust line, they stuck almost. Almost without realizing what she was doing, she confessed: ‘I was thinking…about trying to escape. I…I’m sorry…’ ‘That’s what I suspected. Of course, you do understand that there’s no way you could get away? That collar has a transmitter on it. The moment we noticed you were missing we’d call the police and they’d locate you. Even if you got the collar off, where would you go? What would you do? You wouldn’t exactly blend in. You don’t have any money. People would notice your hair. You. But the one really I wanted was the quiet one, Rick. 40 something. Nice. Polite. Muscular. Hard working. Dedicated. Committed to his wife.... Oh absolutely, it had to be Rick. Seducing him, then fucking his brains out was item number one on the agenda. I started by strategically positioning my desk where he had a full panty shot any time he looked out his office door. He initially tried to be coy and look away, but the more he resisted, the more openly I flashed him. His mouth was watering with.