Wendy meets the long arm of the law

"You got me into this mess jugs, you're gonna get me out of it." the driver told Wendy, throwing her off his lap. With a screech, she landed on the passenger seat tits-first. After a slap on her soft ass from the driver, she got up on her feet, glaring.

The police sirens got closer, and Wendy heard the thumping sound of a door opening. She shrank back in her seat, trying desperately to cover her massive tits from view. The cop walked up to the truck, pulling out a ticket book and pen. "You were caught going over the speed limit and driving recklessly." he told the driver, looking down. "Since you've had previous offenses, I'm afraid you'll have to hand over your license."

"I can't hand over my license!" the trucker protested. "I need it to work!"

"Sorry sir, but the law is the law. Should have thought of that before breaking it."

Wendy wondered if he had noticed her. She hoped he somehow hadn't. She sniggered seeing the hick that made her dance on his lap squirm like that. But the trucker turned and glared at her, before looking back at the cop. "What's going on in there?" the police officer asked, and looked up. Wendy saw that she'd been seen, and tried in vain to hide her massive mounds.

"Well officer.." the driver began, and pointed at the big-titted model on the passenger seat. "I hired the lady for some fun. If we forget all this, you can have some fun too."