Once Taryn had complied with his order, the officer kicked her feet further apart. Although Taryn wasn’t tall, the Spyker was a very low-slung car and the position she now found herself in meant that she couldn’t move either her hands or feet without falling to the ground. It also left her beautifully rounded bottom, bare between the straps of the chaps and the thin strip of the thong back, perfectly exposed to view. Taryn held onto her small hope; things were beginning to go better for her. Sex aunty Taryn re-tied the halter top at her back, adjusting her breasts into the soft leather cups, and finally reached around and plucked the citation off of the windshield. $75 for speeding and $50 for the seat-belt violation; the officer hadn’t cited the missed stop-sign. Together with one ruined thong, Taryn considered she had escaped pretty cheaply. She thought about her towering orgasm and smiled: sometimes getting stopped was
