You talk your way to freedom.

“Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!” your Master hisses again and again through clenched teeth. With a violent shove, he pushes you to the far side of the cab. “Get dressed,” he snarls as he starts to pull over. Quickly you feel for the blouse down at your feet until you find it and throw it on. You button quickly as the pickup truck comes to a stop and the engine dies. Your heart pounds in your ears as the footsteps of the police officer move closer and closer.

“How you doing folks,” says a cautious but smiling face as the police man reaches the window.

‘A State Trooper, no less,’ you realize as you take in his uniform.

“Problem officer?” your Master asks. His voice is strained and clearly on the edge of panic. Looking down you see that his cock is still out! Your panic increases as you realize that it’s your fault!

“Well I just wanted to let you know that you have a tail light ou…” The Trooper’s voice trails off as he gets a better view of the two of you. Your Master, red faced and nervous with his dick still at half-mast. You with your hair a mess, nipples clearly visible through the flimsy fabric and the buttons done out of order. As if to seal your fate, Michelle squeaks from the back of the pickup.

The Trooper takes a cautious step back as he sees the bound and gagged girl in the bed of the truck. “What the…” he says as he hand strays towards his weapon. This is it. ****. Your Master will go to jail for a very long time. You too, possibly. The point is, you may never see him again. Never feel his wonderful dick pulsing with life inside you as he uses you as his personal play thing. Never taste his delicious cum as it pours down your throat. Never feel the reassuring weight of his heavy body when he finishes and falls asleep on top of you. No! You can’t allow this! Do something Emily!!

You watch as the Trooper pulls out a walkie-talkie with his free hand and lift it to his face to speak into it. Trapped; you respond with the first thing that comes to mind.

You giggle.

A high pitched, girly giggle. Both men’s faces turn towards you, slack jawed. Casually you reach down and start unbuttoning your blouse. You allow just enough of your chest to show to display your ample cleavage before you begin buttoning the blouse again correctly. “You caught us,” you sigh in a sheepish tone.

“I… I what?” the Trooper asks in confusion as his eyes dart between the three of you before focusing on you again.

“Yup, guess this looks pretty embarrassing, huh?” you reply happily.

“Embarrassing?” the Trooper echoes. Clearly that isn’t the word he would use.

“I know,” you giggle again, trying desperately to hide the raw panic pounding in your head, “just imaging how I feel about it?” “And what about Michelle?!” you cry as if suddenly remembering her, “like she really wants everybody to know about her kinks?”

You watch as the Trooper’s eyes sweep over all of you again. This is it. Either you’re the luckiest girl in the world or you’ll never service your Master again.

The Troop looks back and forth a few more times before he finally gives an embarrassed laugh of his own. “You’ve got a tail light out,” he says as he slips back into business mode, “fix it before you three do anything like this again.” With a shake of his head he walks away. You hold your breath until the cop car pulls past and disappears down the road.

Relieved you gaze adoringly at your Master. For several long seconds he simply stares at the dark road before he finally turns to you. Eagerly you watch him open his mouth to say something to you…