Puts on a disguise

"A disguise! I don't think the cop ever saw my face, so if I just change clothes I think it'll work." She hurried to her bedroom and opened her closet, trying to ignore the doubt in the back of her mind. The choker seemed alive before, and what was with these orgasms she'd been having? She'd been on the run before and hadn't had time to worry, but these things troubled her deeply now.

"First things first" she said kneeling down to remove the boots. But they wouldn't budge. They were just pull on, without laces. She couldn't figure it out. She than tried to pull off the the long leather gloves, but couldn't get a finger between her skin and the fabric. Mary was staring to panic. "I don't have time for this" she yelled. She tugged at the cups that were just barely covering her tits, but it was like they were welded on. She heard the cop banging on someone's door down the hall. "Police! Open up!" He called.

"What am I going to do" Mary whispered, hugging herself. "O.K. calm down Mary" she told herself, "You can cut this slutty thing off as soon as you get rid of that cop." She rummaged around in her closet and produced a long gypsy style skirt, that she slipped on over the supple leather.

She headed back to the door, slipping on a pair of designer sunglasses on the way, when the cop pounded on her door. "Open up! Police!" She had covered the dress with the gypsy skirt, but the bodice and gloves were still visible.

"Just a minute!" she yelled. She opened her hall closet and quickly slipped on her winter coat, as well as a pair of gray knit gloves. The coat had a high collar, high enough, she hoped, to hide the choker.

As if sensing her plan, a thick, textured tongue was drawn gloriously across her pussy. The cop pounded on the door again, and she flung it open, knowing she was out of time. She clutched at her head. "What is it?" she asked, groaning. If she could just convince him she was sick, she'd be home free.

"A little warm for a coat and gloves isn't it ma'am?" the cop asked suspiciously. "I've got the flu, and a migraine. The light hurts my eyes" she said, pointing to her sunglasses. "And the coat's for cold chills. Is there something I can do for you..." the tongue chose that time to jam itself deep into her pussy. The cop took the resulting moans and shudders as symptoms.

"You get some rest ma'am. Sorry to bother you." She flashed him a quick smile and shut the door. The phantom tongue writhed angrily inside of her. Were the forces assailing her angry that she'd gotten away from the cop?