It was tugged above my loose black belt, which remained in place, and up to my shoulder-blades, above the band of my bra. Now something hard was pushed into my pussy, but it was not a strap-on – and immediately I heard the soft buzz and felt the rhythmic pulses of a vibrator. ‘Oh, no, dontcha worry about that, sexy-legs!’, she answered with a laugh, and explained that her shift had ended at six o’clock, since when she had been waiting in her chosen ambush spot; she had ‘borrowed’ the police cruiser for the evening on a nod-and-a-wink basis with her watch commander (who was female, lesbian and her occasional lover; she later introduced us, but as I was nearly naked, gagged and tied spread-eagled across the bed at the time, there was not much conversation – which suited both of just fine, and the handsome older woman’s mouth, fingers and strap-on did all the talking either of us needed!).
