1. My Wife with the Policeman: Part 1


    Date: 11/10/2014, Categories: Masturbation, Voyeur, Author: azid619, Rating: 67, Source: xHamster

    club's bouncers suddenly walked up next to us, "Excuse me, sir, you're wanted outside." he explained rather oddly. I hesitantly got up and followed him out of the club, where a policeman and woman in full uniform was stood waiting. "Are you Bobby?" The pretty middle-aged policewoman asked. "Yeah." I answered anxiously, thinking something is terribly wrong. "We have reason to believe your selling d**gs in the club," She explained, grabbing the shoulders of my shirt along with the policeman grabbing me as well, "we're going to search you, if you have any d**gs on you, make it easier on yourself and tell us now." "What? Is this a joke?" I puzzled, "I don't take any d**gs and I certainly don't sell them!" She f***efully marched me over to their squad car and the youngish chubby looking policeman held me front-first to the car-door as the woman began patting me down. "Please, this is really unnecessary, someone's pranked you." I tried to explain, my voice shaky with confusion and fear. "Quiet please, sir, this'll only take a second." She told me, feeling her hands pressing all over my body. She then reached into my shirt pocket. "Well well well, what's this?" She asked, pulling out a small clear plastic moneybag with dried green shredded leaves inside it and shoved it in my face. "That's a good question, what is that?" I asked, stunned. The strong stench of marijuana emanating from the bag. "You really should have told us you had this, we might have just given you a fine if you ...
    had, but you're going to spend the rest of the night in the cells now." The male policeman frowned. "What?! N-n-n-no that's not mine! I don't smoke weed! Honest I don't!" I frightfully panicked. He grabbed my arms as the woman held me by the scruff of my collar. I shouldn't have resisted but I found myself taken over with fear and panic that I fought back. "Let me just get my wife she'll vouch for me that that's not mine!" I blurted out, trying to pull away from them as they started rough-housing me. A crowd of d***k revellers began to form, watching the spectacle. Cheering and jeering. I slipped out of their grasp and tried to run into the club but the woman dived at my legs, rugby-tackling me down hard onto the ground. My hands slapped on the cold pavement. I tried to get back up but my legs weighed a ton as she grabbed me firmly. The policeman quickly knelt his whole weight down onto my upper-back. The woman scuttled up my legs and sat on my lower back, wrestling my arms from out under my body and pinned them behind my back. I struggled and panic but couldn't get free. In the melee, I looked up at the crowd and then time suddenly slowed down. I saw my wife stood a couple metres away from me, her face wrought with shock, and stood beside her was James, holding her back from helping me with his hands placed on her shoulders. *clnk-cliccckkk* was the sound of the handcuffs being slapped onto my wrists, binding my hands together. The woman stood up off me, leaning down to grab ...
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