Code 321 (part 1 of 3)

[do****]

The flashing of the red and blue lights was the last thing we needed on a Friday night. How did I get here? Where is that cop? Where is Daddy? "Sam, what do you think she is doing to Daddy?". Sam was Daddy's service sub. She has long, curly blond hair that's stops just before her butt. Big perky titties like mine, but her ass is a little bigger. I'm a confident black woman not afraid to admit if an ass was better than mine. Sam's ass was, and Daddy and I loved plugging it. She and I have plugs in right now that the cop did not feel during her search. Daddy was going to use Sam to pleasure me this evening for our anniversary and now we are in jail. Daddy is missing and my anxiety is at an all time high. "Hopefully she's not putting her hands anywhere they do not belong Mother. Daddy is yours". "Thank you for the reassurance Sam, but it's not helping ". I hear footsteps and keys, maybe it's Daddy. It is Daddy! Being followed by the lady cop. She's pretty now that I'm actually looking at her. She's wearing no gun belt, vest or uniform shirt now. She has on a white police t-shirt. Her B-cup breasts are firm in her black lace bra. You can tell by the shape of her hips that she has a nice round ass. With her helmet off you can see her short cut Auburn hair. Her smirk is revealing dimples. She has cross bar piercings in her left eyebrow and ear. I would definitely let her fuck. She places a chair in front of our cell and sits Daddy in it. She uncuffs Daddy and kisses him long and hard on the lips while gripping his crotch. Who the fuck is this bitch? To be continued…..

[Pa****]

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