Not a police station at all.

Ashley pushes you forward into a medium-sized room. You notice a strangely shaped chair in the middle of the room... along with what looks like some leg and wrist shackles spread-eagle style along the back wall.

She leads you forward towards the chair, with you hands still secure behind your back.

"Umm... this isn't a police station is it?"

"Shut the fuck up." Ashley says as she shoves you down onto the chair, quickly latching your ankles in place. "Pendejo, you are ours now... did you even bother to read that form before you signed?"

"Well erm... N.. not reall?"

"Cállate!" She cuts you off, as she undoes your cuffs and secures your wrists into the slots on the arms of the chair.

"It was a consent form. And for the next 24 hours your ours to do with as we please." She starts pumping the chair to recline you back so that your hips go forward a little in the air.

"So this was all a ruse?" You ask as she walks around directly to face you, pulling off her pants.

"Ha. Just now you're catching on?" She says as she lowers her sweet latina womanhood onto your face.