Yes, but it's too late.

You start to slow to a legal speed, partially coming to your senses even though Cindy's frantic orgasms behind you drive most of your common sense out of your head. You breath deeply trying to calm your pounding heart, wanting to remove her hand from your cock, but not wanting to risk unbalancing her more than she already is.

The sudden wail of a siren behind you comes as a shock. A glance in the mirror shows a police SUV, its lights rolling.

Shit, you think. This is not going to look good to Diana Naylor when she hears about it.