One last attempt

Frankie decided to go for one last attempt and rolled to the side, causing Jefferson to fall off of him and land face down on the floor. He then rolled on top of her, and in one motion snapped his handcuffs onto het wrists.

"Shit, sheriff, you really are playing hard to get," she told him. "Now you have me handcuffed and helpless. There's nothing to keep you from having your way with me."

She drove her thick ass back into his cock, and for a moment he actually considered it. She did want it, after all. Ue could pull her pants down here and fuck her on her living room floor and nobody would ever know.

But he would know.

Frankie sighed. The curse of having morals.

"I'm not gonna file charges on you, Jefferson, but I'm gonna take you in and let you sleep whatever this is off."

He helped her to her feet and guided her to his SUV. For the moment she looked frustrated but no longer ready to sexually **** him. He got her in the back and then hauled her to the station.

Deputy Tim Boone was on desk duty. He watched Frankie lead Jefferson into the station and back to the holding sell with interest.

Frankie deposited Jefferson in the cell and removed her cuffs.

"You are gonna regret this," she said as she began unbuttoning her uniform shirt. "You could have had all of this."

"Get some rest."

She drops her shirt to the floor and then unfastens the straps on her kevlar vest and dropped it on top of her shirt. Then she slid out of her bra. Finally she let her pants and gun belt fall to the floor.

Frankie stared.

Jefferson stared back at him and smiled as she stood in her cell completely naked. Her 44DDs had large hard nipples and a neatly trimmed mound of hair covered her pussy. She spun around, looking seductively back over her shoulder as she leaned forward to give him a good view of her big ass.

As Frankie stared at her, a strange feeling of drunkenness passed over him. Despite himself, his cock had risen to full attention and stretch against the front of his pants. He wanted to walk away, but it was as if she had some control over him.

"Last chance, Sheriff," she said.