A spot of humiliation; a timely rescue.

Macy gropes my crotch in front of the leering crowd of ladies, all blushing and murmuring as the vile policewoman sticks her fingers into my waistband to fondle my bare cock; I blush scarlet and writhe as a hot lady eyes the base of my shaft, but can't break from the officers' iron grips while I'm molested in broad daylight.

"Mmmm… that's some good dick." The abhorrent woman chuckles, and offers my sex to the conflicted audience, "Any of you girls want a feel?"

The hot yogis and joggers hesitate to answer, biting their lips with discomfort and arousal, when, to my great relief a familiar trio comes to my rescue— the dogs! Barking, racing onto the scene.

Pincho bowls into the prodigiously endowed policewoman from behind her legs, knocking me out of Macy's arms, and her into mine; my timely catch rips a row of buttons off her blue top, displaying her breasts through a large window of cloth. A good quarter of the women watching shove to the crowd's front for a better look at her tits, and while George steps back to laugh, Poncho trips her backwards— knocking the athletic Black girl onto her bubbly ass in a fit of giggles.

"Good boys." Spake I, my cock hidden from the crowd at long last.

Smirking while I undo Macy's belt, the cute guys and drooling lesbians gawk at the blushing copper, and I yank down her tight pants for them; revealing a racy thong under her uniform. Wolf-whistles pierce the air at the sight of me and the sexy officer, while the dogs in my charge race around me.

Their leashes lash around my wrists, meaning that even if I want to relinquish ties to Poncho and Pincho— I can't. The puppies are clearly agog to leave, but give me enough time to rip my molestor's shirt in half and shove her into the groping hands of her unwanted admirers. The instant her ass is in a grinning yogi's grasp, my dogs take off like rockets; showing my exposed bubble-butt to the cheering crowd.

While I'm dragged away again, one extremely amused cop stays behind with my and Macy's ruined bottoms, waving the garments overhead to say, "bye-bye" as my dogs collide with a trash can. I land on the receptacle's lid, and Thomas Jefferson leads our little pack away from the ecstatic men and women tearing off a humiliated Macy's underwear.