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The power of the uniform

It was a hot summer day.
Isabel, a young policewoman of approximately 26 who worked with the Federal Policeforce, enjoyed her busy life as a policewoman.
Isabel could be best described as an exotic beauty : her skin looked somewhat like milk chocolate and she had half-long jet-black hair, which she tied together with a rubber band, so that it still just fit in under her cap.

Furthermore, she possessed a pair of gorgeous hazel eyes that formed a perfect match for her brown skin.

Her delicate nostrils changed into a sensual pair of lips.
Otherwise with her 6 feet 1 inches she was quite tall.
Many women in the corps really envied her for the firm C-cup she had too.

The long legs and the especially slender figure she had, constituted a pleasant side-effect of the inspections she frequently had to repeat.
If she did not qualify in one of them she would be forced to a much more boring job doing paperwork.
Isabel loved to do her job, she especially liked the many bonuses that fell to her lot.

Today was a sweltering hot summer day, and isabel was busy doing her daily work : patrolling a couple of residential areas.
During the holiday period in the last couple of years there had often been raids, and in view of the next elections the mayor was resolved to especially pamper this part of the voters.
For that reason he had issued an order by which a few policemen would be picked out.
They would have to strictly see to it that civil order was maintained in those districts, and to make sure that any offence that was found, would be curbed without mercy.

Isabel had immediately volunteered for the job, and the head of the corps had instantaneously complied with her request.
He had known her ever since she was recruited in the corps, and he knew she could be very hard, much more so than her male colleagues would, and this was exactly what they needed for this job.
For this job she could drive an MPV patrolcar, and in contrast with her regular taks, for this tough job she was on her own.

Even though she enjoyed the fine weather, Isabel found it to be very hot in the car.
She had already turned up the airconditioning at least five times, but that did not seem to make any difference.
Her entire body glowed in the burning sun and she could feel the sweat taking in her whole body little by little..
The warmth caused her to get hot in a different way too.
Her light brown nipples were standing completely upright and she felt that she would need require quite a bit of action before they could get back under control.
The last time that she had been this horny she had found an original solution.
Then she had parked her car on a little woods road and when she was sure that noone would notice her she had moved her chair a bit backwards.
Next she had quickly unbuttoned her sky-blue blouse.
For a moment she had felt her nipples and moaned as she noticed how pointed they indeed were.
She stuck one finger into her delicious mouth, and sucked on it, so that it got nicely wet.

Next she moved her wet finger up to her breasts, and made tiny circles around those well-formed surging peaks.
Occasionately she took a nipple between her nails and tugged it gently.
She got even more wet, and took off her light blue trousers too.
With one hand she kept fondling her breasts and her nipples, while the other was approaching her mount of Venus.
She gently rubbed her rosy cunt lips, which were red and swollen, and played with her clit for a while.

Then she used her middle finger to press the lips apart.
Her middle finger produced a juicy little sound as it slowly sunk into her dark little spot.

For a moment she groaned with the pleasure this brought about.

Slowly she started moving her finger to and fro, while the rest of her hand spoiled her cuntlips and her excited clitoris.
She felt how she got increasingly wet, and she fingered herself ever harder.

Instead of just one, at least ten figers now fitted into her love cave.
She was soaking wet at the time, and notwithstanding the fact that she had closed her eyes to even enjoy things more, her searching hand quickly found the long police club.
Once she had found it, she shoved it deeply into her pussy.
A trembling went through her body when she felt that hard cane inside her.
Then she slightly moved it up and down, and slowly started to increase the pace.
She started to pant and softly moaned when she felt how she approached her climax and she began to shove the club to and fro with an ever increasing speed.
With a loud shout she came. Her body twisted of the delight that came to a head deep inside of her.

All this had been about a week ago though, and this time she had decided to no longer play with herself.

When she drove through the Ivy Avenue for the third time, she was as randy as an old goat.
Her nipples pointed out straight forward, and her vagina was soaking.

"The next hunk that comes along, I ‘ll fuck his brains out", she resolved.
She scanned the street, looking for a victim.
The fact that she was a black girl did not make her racist at all, she could not care less about the skin colour of her boyfriends, as long as they looked good, and even more importantly, as long as they were good in bed.
When she drove past number 13 on the right side she once more saw the same man she had noticed during her previous rounds.
This young man, who must be about 23 years old, had just finished washing his car.

He was white, must be about 6 feet tall.
He had half long, brown hair.
Because of the hot weather he was not wearing a shirt, so that she could inspect his body in full in the sunlight.

He wore a pair of blue tight jeans which clearly emphasised his body shapes, and how much they pleasured her !
His pale skin glew in the sun, and she inadvertently licked her lips as she admired his welll-muscled back, and the strong muscles of his arms.
Furthermore, this young man had a nicely curbed chest, it was obvious that he was in great condition.
And as she used to say : "he ‘s got an ass to die for."

When she passed him by in her MPV patrolcar, she saw in her rearview mirror that he was going inside.
She regretted his getting back inside, but she hoped that he might have to go out shopping later on, and she started her rounds again.

About an hour later, she arrived at the same spot again, and when she passed by the same house, she could just see how he got into his car.
Meanwhile he had distinctly clothed himself more formally, he probably needed to do some shopping into town.

"Just what I need", she slyly thought, while she felt how wet her briefs had gotten by now.

She waited in her car, a little bit further down the road, until he had driven past her.
She started to followed him from a short distance now.
She was still soppy wet, and yearned for a hard pole to ride.

Attentively she kept on following the car from very closeby, whereby she assessed his handling by the book.
She was dying to catch him on a mistake, for that would give her a chance to take him in hand properly.
Unfortunately the man seemed to follow traffic regulations by the book, which got her really frustrated.

He was approaching a part where he could only do 20 miles per hour, and although she continuously monitored her odometer, he never exceeded this very low limit.

At junctions he nicely yielded to the right, and always used his direction indicators.
Nevertheless, she noticed that he was not driving towards the town centre, but that they were very close to the spot where she had fingered herself so deliciously lastly.

This was a desolate part of town, a place where there was never much movement, and there were no houses there too.
Isabel decided that it was now or never.
She quickly turned on the flashing lights and with wailing sirens she drove her car immediately behind him.

He pulled over and obediently stepped out of the car.
She got out as well, and resolutely stepped up to his car.

The man was somewhat scared by this situation.
On the one hand he was fortunate enough to see the most beautiful black girl he had ever seen before, with a beautiful milk chocolade skin colour and a nicely delicate nose.
Two georgeous hazel eyes looked at him self-assuredly, and from her clothing he soon gathered that she must have a lovely C-cup.
Her long legs were the cherry on the cake.

At the same time however, the look in her eyes exuded nothing but authority, and naturally, she remained a police officer in function.
Her eyes looked at him not only self-assuredly but also very hardly.
Furthermore he could clearly see how she had a tremondous looking club attached to her belt, and at the other end she was of course wearing her duty weapon, a .38 revolver.

"Is anything wrong, officer ?", the man asked with an insecure trembling in his voice, when she had almost arrived to his car.
When she arrived to the back of his car, she looked at him with a broad grin.
"Well certainly, your back light is not working !", she strictly admonished him.
While she said it, she lashed out hardly with her club, smashing the taillight to smithereens straight away.

"Hey !", the man shouted outraged, "you did that, you destroyed my rear light, that isn’t allowed at all !""
Although he distinctly did his best to sound angry and tough, it was clear that his voice was filled with fear.
"What did you say, sir ?", Isabel asked in a threatening voice.
"Show me your papers right now !", she snapped.

Reluctantly he groped his wallet and gave her his identification card and his driving licence.
She immediatley took out a notebook and started writing.

Only too gladly did she now have his personal data at her disposal.
It turned out to be a certain Bart Ramsgate, 23 years of age, and he proved to be married.
"Now then, we ‘ve already taken that down, you will receive a fine from us, for driving around with a broken rear light", she said, while she returned his papers.
"And since this place seems to be riddled with burglaries and drugs I will have to search you as well.", she added.

Bart now vehemently protested, but with one move she turned him around and pushed his back against the car.
She swiftly took out a pair of handcuffs, and put them on him.
"Well then, now at least I can search you at leasure", she slyly answered.
And as he was standing with his back facing her, with his hands chained, her hands explored his body point by point.
So far her scheme went smoothly, and there was little that still could go wrong.

With her hands she felt his nicely curved chest, she clearly frisked every part of his body much longer than necessary.
Her hands went ever lower now, and she groped ever more thoroughly as she approached his dick.
Once she got there she did her job extra thoroughly, and she could feel how his pole was slowly rising.
Naturally she did not find any drugs or burglary tools.

For that reason she said in a harsh voice : "As you have expressed recalcitrance we will have to interrogate you further at the station."
After this she let him get next to her into the patrol car, while he still had the handcuffs on him.
She quickly drove off, but instead of driving to the station, she drove straight to the little desolate woods road, the one which had been the perfect location for her horny games last time.
There she stopped the car and let the astonished young man get out.

"What ‘s the meaning of this ? Why aren’t we driving to the police station ?", Bart anxiously asked.
"You will see that in a minute.", she bluntly snarled at him.
She looked at him with a severe expression in her eyes, and pushed the club ominously against his arm, he immediately shut up.

Once they got out of the patrol car she nugded him, and gestured him to walk forward.
He was still wearing the cuffs, his hands tied together behind his back in them.
They walked for a while, until they arrived at an abandoned farm.
They went inside, and walked on until they arrived at the stables.

Isabel knew this place well, she had been here several times before, and she had always found that there was something special about the hayloft.
Once they arrived there, she pulled his arm for a moment, making it clear to him that he was allowed to halt now.

Far away in the distance the police radio that was installed in Isabel’s patrol car sounded.
It was too far away for her to hear it though.

"Patrol 62, do you copy ?".
"Patrol 62, come in".
"Patrol 62, do you copy ?"
"Come in, patrol car 62"…

Meanwhile Isabel was completely absorbed into her own mission, however.
She turned Bart around and looked him straight into his eyes.
In his eyes she sensed fear of the unknown, the unfathomable combination of excitement and fear of a man who is faced with dazzling woman and is entirely in her power.
This realisation made her even hornier.

Her eyes did not radiate any fear at all, in them lay a mixture of voluptuousness and confidence.
She knew that she had power over him now, and she would utilize that all too gladly.
"Well now", she said contented, "now that we are all by ourselves here I can safely tell you."
"I am now going to do with you exactly as I please, and there ‘s nothing you can do about that."
Without him being prepared for it, she pushed him, causing him to give a cry as he fell on his back in the hay.
There he lay, staring at her, with his hands tied together on his back, totally ready for her next move.

She now started to perform a sensual dance for him.
As if an inaudible melody were playing she slowly started to undress, while making voluptuous moves.
First she took off her cap, and took out the elastic band from her hair.
She then shook loose her gorgeous jet-black hair.
Slowly she untied a button from her light blue uniform.
At the same time she kept her eyes fixed at him.
Those hazel eyes, forming part of her delicate little face with a pair of sensual, rosy lips, kept looking naughtily at him.
She undid the buttons one by one, then waved the blouse at him, after which she threw it away from her in a playful way.
Underneath it she wore a blood-red top, which nicely emphasised her chocolate brown skin.
Her large, swollen nipples pressed forward through the thin textile.
Bart swallowed for a moment, as this did not leave him unaffected.
He felt his cock getting ever harder, the more this magnificent woman was seducing him.

She now took off her light blue pants too, making her slender figure with a pair of long legs clearly visible.
Between her legs the fabric was distinctly darker, so that you could clearly see how wet she had become.
Meanwhile Barts dick was crying out to be released from its tight location.

She now threw off the pants and bent forward with her back facing him, treating him with a view of her tasty ass, swinging along in front of his eyes so that he could not miss it.
She wore some nice, fiery red pants too match, making her brown skin look extra sexy.

She turned around again and looked at him mischievously, then she put a finger into her mouth and sensually sucked on it, turning him on even further.
From where she was standing she could clearly see a large bulge in his trousers, which encouraged her to quickly hurry up.
She now removed her top, and stood right above him.
She shook her lovely breasts with the large, brown, erect nipples and moved closer until they almost touched his face.
She again put her finger into her mouth, wet it and rubbed her breasts sensually with her fingers.
Gently she pinched her nipples and tugged them, after which she diligently massaged her breasts.
One of her hands slowly moved downwards and dared to enter her briefs, which were soaking wet by then.
She rubbed her wet, hot cuntlips.

She took off her briefs too and stood right in front of him, after which she briefly put her panties on his face, so that he could smell the sexy scents of her female patch.
She knew that this would arouse him even more.
She took it away again, and kept standing in front of him, leaving him no choice but to look straight into her hot little even.
She had a lovely cunt with some hair on it, and some marvellously pink cunt lips, that were all red and swollen at this time.
One hand kept fondling her breasts and nipples continuously while she rubbed her cunt lips with her other hand.
Next her finger moved to her clitoris, after which it finally dissappeared into her hot little oven.
She moaned with excitement.

This was something Bart had never seen before, one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen, was fingering herself right in front of him.
The bulge in his pants got even bigger now, and he felt how his underpants were getting moist already.
Now that Isabel thought he could no longer refuse, she started undressing him.

Yet at that moment Bart realised what was going to happen.
"You can’t do this, I ‘m married, I love my wife, I don’t want to…", Bart protested.
"Is that so ? Well, this little boy tells a whole different story.", she said as she unzipped his pants and took his cock into her hands.
Bart had an erection that was as hard as a rock by then, and she was satisfied to find that it was well-shaped.
It was rather average in length, but especially wide, and she liked it that way.
She now fondled his uncut cock, and used her fingernails to create some extra pressure.
He was breathing more heavily, and found it ever harder to still offer resistance.

"It ‘s really a simple choice", she said "either you cooperate, in which case I can untie you."
"Or you choose not to, but that doesn’t mean I will let you go. I shall fuck your brains out anyhow."
"And don’t think that you ‘ll be able to do something against me afterwards. It ‘ll be the word of a common civilian against that of a police woman."
"Noone will believe you, and you can only make a fool of yourself."
Bart realised that she was indeed right, but at the same time he did not feel like simply cooperating, even though he was really beginning to fancy having sex with this stunning black girl.

"All right then, then you will remain tied up.", she said angrily.
In the meantime she had completely undressed him, and now she took up her club again.
She was caressing his body now, while she positioned herself a bit higher than his hard prick was. This way it was caressing her ass, while she scouted his body.
First she put a finger into his mouth and by threatening him with her club, she ordered him to suck it.
He complied and she could feel his member getting harder, while she gently rubbed it with her ass every now and then.
She could hardly restrain herself any longer, and she passionately kissed him on the lips, her tongue penetrating deeply into his mouth.
While she was kissing him, her long nails gently moved across his aroused body.
The nails slid through the scarce chesthair, next they felt his nipples, which were erect as well.
In the mean time she kept kissing him fervently on the mouth.

Next she dismounted him and moved to lie next to him.
She licked and sucked his nipples now, and rubbed them with her long nails, making them get fully upright too.
She gently moved her other hand back and forth over his smooth member.
She thought it was time to start thinking about herself for a while.
She stood up and lowered herself to the point where her pussy reached just above his face.
She forcefully pressed his face against her cunt, causing him to gasp for air.
"Lick my pussy !" she sternly said.
As soon as he started to comply she decreased the pressure a bit, so that he could better breathe again.
She was soppy wet, forcing him to really do his best to lap up all the juices quickly enough.
"I want to ride you until I cum on your face, so you better stick your tongue out by the tip", she said in a way that admitted no contradiction.

She pushed his face hard against her pussy again and moved up and down now, while he held his tongue very taut.
The sense of power excited her even more, and she felt how she rode that delicious tongue at full power.
She went ever faster now, and she got ever hotter as she reached her orgasm.
She let go of him, so that she could move up and down even faster on him, and suddenly the tiem had come.
She momentarily tried to put off her climax a bit, but then she could no longer restrain herself.
While she felt how her body shaking with contractions, she pushed his tongue deep into her.
She screamed loudly, and then groaned while her cunt made spactic moves round his tongue.
She let him lick up all her juices.

Now she dismounted him and started taking care of his member, while Bart was allowed to recover from the licking service he gave her.
She had to touch up on that before she could play the next game.
With her tongue she stroke along his legs until she arrived at his balls.
Once she arrived there she gave small licks on them, and then teasingly started to move up.
She slowly moved her tongue up across the shaft, while her nails massaged his balls.
Then she took all of his glans into her mouth and gave tiny jerks with her head, making it feel as if he were being screwed.
Bart moaned and his cock quickly became as hard as a rock again.
As soon as she felt that he was ready for another game again, she quit doing this and stood up again.

She now stood exactly aboved his dick, and squatted until she could feel her pussy chafing his hard rod.
She took it at hand now, and used it to massage her labia.
First she rubbed his dick for a moment on her clit, then rubbed it along her cunt lips, after which she gave him the impression that she would put it into her little oven.
She teased him with this for a while by immediately taking it out again after she did so.
After pretending to enter it for a couple of times, she shoved it deeply into her vagina.
She enjoyed the hard, thick rod that was drilling deeply into her.
She positioned herself into a more comfortable position, so that she could give him a good look, her fingers caressed his chest and his hard nipples.
She completely lay on top of him now, and she used his shoulders as a means of support while her pussy went to and fro his hard fucking rod.

After a while she sat up straight again, and pushed herself off, so that she could completely maintain her own pace, wich was going ever faster, and her hips made revolving motions making him stimulate her everywhere.
She got ever hornier and licked her lips of excitement.
She started to pump up and down ever faster.

She knew that she was not far away from cumming.
Bart too could no longer take all the excitement, and felt that he was about to come.
After a couple of hard pushes, she felt her pussy tense round his hard stick.

As her hips quickly rocked up and down from the orgasm, she screamed out with pleasure, while Bart spurted out his white gold into her moist cove.

Next she moved to take a rest lying down next to him.
Although he was no longer inside her, she could still feel quite well the spot where his broad rod had been stirring inside her.

"You ‘re such a delicious fuck.", she said as she rubbed his cock.

At that moment all of a sudden another woman stood in the shed.
"What ‘s going on up here ?", an outraged voice cried out loud.
Isabel looked up frightenedly.
There she lay : stark naked in the hay, with Barts warm semen still between her thighs.
With Bart lying there in the hay, his hands handcuffed behind his back, in his birthday suit too.

In the opening of the hayshed stood her colleague Belinda and she looked quite surprised.
"Is that why you wanted this patrol job so badly ? So that you and your boyfriend could come here and fuck in the hay ? They sent me over here because you haven’t kept in touch for more than an hour."
"Listen up…", Isabel tried to say.

"I ‘m not her boyfriend at all !", Bart said angrily, "she raped me, just look at the hand cuffs !"
Belinda’s mouth opened in surprise, but she quickly realised that this was a splendid opportunity for her.
Meanwhile she had inspected Bart, and as far as she was concerned he got a 9 out of 10.
He was exactly her type : muscular, with a delicious butt and not much chest hair.
She felt her nipples raising.

"Well then, you know what will happen if I report this to your corps commander. There are severe punishments for rape, in which case you can quite forget about your career in the police force."
"Please…", Isabel started begging to her colleague.
Bart enjoyed the sweet revenge he saw taking place now.
The girl had gone beyond her authority, and now she was about to suffer for her actions."
"Shut up, I ‘ll make you a proposal !", Belinda said sternly.
"Either I report this to the corps commander and then you go to jail and can forget all about your career, or you do exactly what I tell you to do."

"Ok, I ‘ll do anything you say, as long as you don’t report this", Isabel lamented.
"There are two terms, and you can take them or leave them :", Belinda dictated.
"One : you will go to the corps commander and make sure that from now on we always get sent on a patrol together."
"Two : we ‘re going to fuck this guy together one more time, and that goes for any more any more hunks we run into in the future. Or did you think all these beautiful men were only there for you ?"

At that point Bart did not know what to make of it.
The situation had changed in a very short time.
Was she going to report this or not ?

This was an answer Isabel had not expected at all.
She knew Belinda as a well-behaved girl, who had just joined the police force, and who always kept very quiet.
Whereas she would talk about sex a lot to the other girls, Belinda always was as silent as the grave about this.
And now it turned out that she was a completely different person…

"OK, all right then.", Isabel said.
She decided to make the best of it under te circumstances.
Bart’s head was spinning for a moment, not only was she not going to report this, she now was about to rape him too.
Bart still tried to make her change her mind.
She pushed him again though, and once he was lying on his back, she pressed the gun against the temple of his head for a moment.
"Shut up, we ‘re in charge here now !".

Belinda too undressed herself now.
Bart figured that she must be about 24, standing about 5 feet 8 inches tall with long blonde hair, which made her radiant blue eyes stand out really well.
She had a small A-cup, and she was extremely slender built.
Even though she was smaller than Isabel, she had some very long legs.
Her pretty pussy was completely clean-shaven.
Both women now came towards Bart.
Barts cock was only half erect, undoubtedly because he had only just come.
"We ‘ll quickly make sure that you can spoil us", Belinda said hornily.

They both sat down at his feet now, and Belinda began to use her long nails to caress his dick.
Teasingly she softly drew her fingers over his shaft.
In the mean time Isabel licked and sucked his balls, while she used her hand to fondle his legs.
Next Belinda took his rod into her mouth, and gave him a delicious blow job, while Isabel continued to feel his balls.
She took it deeply into her mouth and made jolting moves, so that it felt as if it was already buried into her tight little cunt.
Every now and then she licked his glans.
Before long Barts member got as hard as a rock again.
Isabel could feel her nipples sticking forward like little pencil erasers, and she could feel her slit little by little getting wet.
Both their tongues went down now, and together they licked his hard penis, their tongues touching one another once in a while, and then french kissing each other.

Belinda quickly got aroused from sucking that hard rod.
Her small nipples quickly got as hard as a rock, and her tiny hands moved downwards, looking for her moist little oven.
She felt how wet she indeed was, then rubbed her swollen clitoris for a moment, after which her hand moved to her cunt lips.
She pressed them apart, and used a finger to explore her moist pussy.
This finger went in immediately, and she slowly started to finger herself.
Back and forth the finger moved, while she closed her eyes so that she could better enjoy this.
Before long she felt how she got soppy wet, and she was ready to shove his horny rod into her.
She quit giving him a blowjob, and also quit caressing him.
Isabel got up and positioned herself on his face again, this time she sat with her face looking at his feet.
She completely lowered herself on him and pushed hard against his face so that he could hardly breathe.
"Now lick me, you slave !", she said in a harsh voice.
Bart slowly started licking her hardly.
She pulled him by the hair.
"Smoother, much smoother !", she ordered.

His tongue now moved in tender circles, first around her pussy, then it licked her clit, softly moved back and forth on her labia, after which he stuck it deeply into her cunt.
She moaned of the pleasure it brought about.
She got ever wetter, and he had to hurry up to lick up all her juices.

Meanwhile Belinda had positioned herself right above his cock, and slowly lowered herself, until his glans just touched her pussy.
She was so horny she did not even have to use her hands to shove his stalk into her little cove.
His big pistil deeply penetrated into her.
She pushed herself forward, giving her some more play.
Her pussy slid downwards now, until she had him entirely buried into her.
She used the muscles of her vagina to completely clasp it, and then started making wild moves with the lower part of her body.
This gave her intense pleasure and she panted and groaned for a moment.
She leaned backwards again and raised herself a bit.
Now she moved up and down his hard pistil.
Belinda felt how she got even wetter.
Once in a while she felt a shudder of joy, while she pressed herself hard against him.
She began to ride him ever harder, up and down she went on his hard pole.

Isabel had ordered him to lick her hardly now and use his tongue as a dildo.
He stuck out his tongue as far as he could, and kept it nicely hard.
She moved up and down on his tongue, which she rode as if it were a second dick.
He had to exert himself to keep up her pace, and she was soaking wet, so that he had to lick up her juices time and time again.
She moaned, since Isabel too was not that far off another orgasm.
She went ever faster on his tasty licking organ, while she looked at her colleague.

The latter was moving up and down ever faster, while she pulled her erect nipples.
Her hard thrusts caused a shiver with Bart, who clearly did not need much more either.
Belinda gave some more thrusts forwards, then came shakingly.
Her tight little pussy flexed itself even more around his hard pistil.
She swiftly rubbed her clit to increase her pleasure a bit more.
Her jolting pelvis was enough to make Bart come too.
He felt how he shot his hot semen with an uncontrollable force deep into this unknown woman.
He groaned and panted, for he was still being ridden by hot Isabel.

Belinda dismounted him now, and stood next to Isabel, and while Isabel rode his tongue ever harder, she started to intensely French kiss her colleague.
Isabel did not mind this at all and kissed her back intensely.
The two girls let their hands slide across their bodies and Belinda started to lick Isabel’s hard nipples.
The excitement grew too much for her to take and she joltingly came on Barts face.
While her hips made spastic moves, she gave a loud cry.
She had never come that good before.

After having taken a rest for a while, the two girls got dressed again, while he remained lying with his handcuffs in the hay.
Once they were completely ready to leave, Isabel took off the handcuffs and put them back with the rest of her stuff.
"Remember what I told you", Isabel reminded him again of the desperate situation.
"No matter to whom you tell this, there is noone who will believe you, and I will confirm her story.", Belinda said.
"We have an immaculate reputation in the police force, and what ‘s more I now know your name and address, so if you ‘re not careful, I might have a little chat with your wife.", Isabel said ominously.

And then they were gone, first they were still somewhere in the woods, a bit later he heard a patrol car drive away, and then he heard a second one driving away.
Bart looked dazed as he got dressed again.
As he left the shed, he made sure that noone would notice him.
He had to make sure that he got home quickly now, ,while his wife was still doing some shopping into town.

While he spent some time in the shower trying to wipe away all scents and traces of black Isabel and blonde Belinda, his thoughts went out to the two girls again.
No doubt the girls would have come up with some kind of story that would explain the fact that they did not answer the police radio calls.
It seemed like some tough times were coming for a handsome man moving around on his own.
Who knows how many more victims they would make.