Even if you can't predict what further problems will be caused by obeying, you know that Miss Locke has you over a figurative barrel, and refusing to listen to her will not end well for you...
Red with shame and anger, you drop your pants reluctantly, and approach Miss Locke, who is smirking in amusement at your compliant behavior.
As you hesitate in lying down across Miss Locke's lap, she pats it curtly. "Hurry up, boy. I didn't tell you to drop your pants so you could stand there and show me your stiff little dick."
You're about to protest and say you don't have an erection, but release as you go to drape yourself over Miss Locke's lap that you've gotten hard...you unconsciously couldn't help it once you realized you were about to end up with your bare dick pressed into her lap...
Trying not to dwell on the feeling of her thighs beneath your cock, you place yourself across Miss Locke's lap nervously. Immediately, you feel her finger prod the area where Officer Meadow wrote on you...
"Oh...what's this? A phone number that wasn't here yesterday? Looks like you had quite the adventure going streaking yesterday...why don't you tell me about it."
Her voice gives you little in the way of what she's thinking, but you can see things getting even more out of control if you aren't careful.
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