Only if he has a condom

"Do you have a condom?" you ask him.

"Sure do," he says, reaching into his pocket. He pulls out a wallet, slides something out of a compartment and holds it up to display. It was a condom, alright. After a few seconds, he places the foil packet back in his pocket.

"Alright," you say, "let's get this over with." You reach down to unbutton your pants.

The officer laughs out loud. "Here? And get caught just like you two dummies? Nah, we're going to head down to the woods there," he nods his head in the direction of the tree line. "But before we do, I need to add a little insurance policy."

He grabs your arm, and in a flash he has a handcuff around your wrist. "Hey!" you shout at the feeling of cold steel. He's already taken your other arm and is fastening the other cuff behind your back.

"Don't worry, it's just to make sure you don't try to run," he assures you. He then holds on to your arm and starts walking toward the trees. You have **** but to follow him.

You look back at Alex briefly, who mouths "Thank you." You turn back to face where you're walking.

The man leads you down a few trees deep into the woods before stopping. He says, "Now we can get the show on the road," before reaching for the hem of your shorts. He undoes the button and pulls them down to your knees. "No panties," he notes, "you like going commando?" he begins rubbing your mound. You try to stifle a moan, but it still manages to escape your lips.

"Good girl," he coos before roughly grabbing one of your tits through your shirt with his free hand. "No bra either; you just can't stand underwear can you?" he chortles. He finds your nipple and pinches it, rolling it between his fingers. You let out another involuntary moan.