The officer is not happy with you

I gasp and look up, my eyes meeting Marcia's. "What?" I say. "What do you mean you can't let me go? Isn't that the arrangement?" She leaned down, her demeanor and temperament changing instantly as she slapped me hard across the face.

"Shut up!" She smirked at me, hand in my hair, forcing my gaze upward. "Field correction is a privilege. Release is contingent upon meeting expectations." She ran a finger through the precum on her thigh, then unceremoniously pushed it deep into my mouth. I sucked instinctively on her finger. She laughed at me, then started to loosen the belt on her shorts, inching them down and then pulling them off. She tossed them aside, revealing a pair of powder blue panties. She grabbed my hair, pulling me into them.

"Smell me, boy." she said. "Take a good long whiff." I grimaced, the inhaled as her musky, womanly scent wafted up my nostrils. My body continued to betray me as the other women closed in around me, putting their hands on my shoulders and flanking me in order to thwart any chance of escape. I breathed in and out, savoring her warmth and feeling her pussy start to moisten beneath. Finally she pulled away.

"Now here's what we're going to do," she said, speaking softly. "You are going to pull my panties down with your mouth. Then you are going to use your tongue to clean your disgusting juices off every millimeter of my thigh flesh." She grinned as I swallowed hard, clearly enjoying my predicament.

"After that, you're going to lick my pussy until I cum hard in your mouth, until you are wearing my scent on your face and in your hair." She put her hands in my hair as I heard one of the other women call for a cruiser on her radio. "And then... then we're going to be going downtown."