The tables are turned

Macy slides a hand into my underpants while the crowd of ladies leer on. Some blush while others murmur as the vile policewoman slides several fingers around my unprotected cock.

"Mmmm… that's some good dick." The wicked woman chuckles, as my face turns crimson.

She looks into my eyes for a moment as she bites her lip as a strand of her hair falls down between her eyes.

I desperately want to break free, but I feel my strength evaporating with every sensual tug on my manhood. An erotic moan escapes my lips as I contemplate my pitiful situation. I'm being molested in broad daylight!

Macy turns around and giggles, her hand still firmly gripping me. "Any of you girls want a feel?" She huffs as a little sweat starts to pool on her brow.

The crowd of hot yogis and joggers hesitate to answer, many biting their lips with discomfort and arousal. My knees start to shake as Macy continues her **** when, to my great relief, a familiar trio comes to my rescue— the dogs!

They race onto the scene, barking all the while. Pincho strikes first, running into the back of Macy's legs. She lets go of me as she loses her balance, squeaking in surprise. That's quickly followed up by with a bump from Poncho, that knocks Macy into my own muscular arms. She lets out another highly feminine squeak as she her face connects with my manly, bare chest. The impact knocks her cap off, freeing her hair.

She looks up at me and blushes in embarrassment. I smile back at her wickedly as I decide its time to get even.