Let Nature Take Its Course, With a Small Tweak

The bimbo instantly spat her thong between her bare feet. What was once a pristine and high-class garment had been rendered a disgusting rag from it's time in her ass, now cum coated and and shit stained. After a few moments of wide-eyed assessment the dastardly duo realized their humiliating predicament.

"Concerned citizens", primarily composed of an increasing number of angry tenants that were now looking from their windows, and coming down to form a crowd had already called the cops on a pair of "sexual deviants".

As the pair turned to escape the crowd I made my only further modification, speeding up time to them by a factor of 5. Now, as though in a nightmare, the blonde tried to work her sluggish legs to the sidewalk, her arms to cover, but to only a slow avail. Far to slow to outpace the police who would be arriving momentarily. The crowd laughed loudly and filmed the peculiar movements, which resembled an artsy kind of interpretive dance, and definitely didn't resemble any meaningful attempt to cover up. The bimbo was slowly slipping her thong back up her legs, **** for any cover, her full blush radiating over her body much faster, her hubby having abandoned her to try another route, though both were still only a few yards from their car. The police sirens rapidly approaching gave me my cue to restart the normal movement of time for the slumlord and lady.