Interrupted!

There's a knock on the door and the security officer picks Sally up off his desk and sets her in a chair. Sally can feel the rough material of the canvas seat against her volcanic snatch and she starts rubbing it against her wanton folds as the door opens. The officer pulls her skirt down into place and sits behind his own desk.

"Hey, come quick! You gotta see this! There's two old ladies fighting over a pair of shoes on the second level!" the other rent-a-cop says, bursting into the room. Sally looks him over. Skinny, probably hung like a hotdog....ooooh, hotdogs would feel good in her pussy...cooked, uncooked....especially that officer's hot dog. Maybe she'd be lucky and get a fresh load of cum in her cunny.

"I'm sort of busy here. Waiting for her parents to come pick her up," Sally's officer said. Her back was to the door and she shifted, moving her skirt out of the way so he could see the top of her pink slit between her thighs. His eyes drank it in and his left eye twitched.

"Lame," the new officer said and shut the door. Sally barely waited for the sound of the door to hit her ears before her fingers were playing in her snatch. Noisily; it sounded like a dog lapping at a bowl of water.

"Where were we?" the guard said, standing. Sally grinned.