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   From: Jennifer Bernold <JLB155@PSUVM.PSU.EDU>

   Date: 06 Apr 94 03:00:32

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   MRWADE.123 BY MASTER WADE

   Copyright 1992

   By Wade Mondegam

   Girls in the Wood

   Chapter Twelve

   Kathy and I drove along the four lane highway that led to the

   city nearest our retreat in the mountains.  It was a bit of a drive,

   but I needed to take her where neither of us was known.  I've always

   loved driving anyway, especially with someone like Kathy next to me

   in the car.

   I drove a bit faster than the speed limit, not because I was in

   any hurry at all, but because I couldn't pass up the opportunity to

   go by the eighteen-wheelers and pickup trucks along the highway,

   giving their drivers an opportunity to look in at Kathy and her

   exposed legs.  When traffic permitted and when I could tell the view

   I was providing was appreciated, I stayed alongside the trucks for

   quite some time.  This gave Kathy an opportunity to tease the men,

   touching her legs and her wonderfully wet pussy.  It also gave the

   men time to fully take advantage of her exhibitionism and teasing, if

   you know what I mean.

   I loved watching Kathy as she showed herself to the men in the

   trucks we passed.  She was never flagrant in the way she toyed with

   them, but seductive in a reserved kind of way.  Doing it made her hot

   and there was no way to hide that from them, or from me.

   We were only about ten miles from the city when we pulled

   alongside a bus which was marked "Lester County Correctional

   Facility".  It was obviously used to transport prisoners, and on this

   occasion was filled with men who were definitely hungry for the view

   they were about to get.

   "Oh, Master!", Kathy sighed, as she realized how signficantly

   her audience had increased.  "Do you still want me to do this?"

   "Of course, Kathy.  These guys probably haven't seen anything

   like they're about to see in a really long time.  If anyone needs it,

   you can bet they do."

   "But there are so many of them, Master.  There must be thirty or

   forty of them!"

   I glanced over at the bus and smiled as I noticed men from the

   right side of the bus had now moved over to our side so that they too

   could enjoy what the others were seeing and making such a big deal

   over.

   "Don't stop, Kathy.  In fact, I think you should let the top of

   your dress down too.  It's showtime, precious.  Do a good job for

   your Master."

   Kathy looked at me and swallowed hard, then slid the thin straps

   of her dress over her shoulders and lowered it, totally exposing her

   firm tits and now rigid nipples.  It was possible to hear the

   catcalls and whistles over the highway noises, and they inflamed

   Kathy's passions.  She toyed with her nipples, pinching them in front

   of the prisoners, and worked two fingers of her other hand in and out

   of her sex, masturbating herself.  She had slipped down in the seat a

   bit and her head was laying back against the seat, her eyes closed

   tightly.

   Suddenly I was aware of flashing blue and red lights in my rearview
mirror.  There was a State Policeman behind me and he was

   pulling me over.  Damn!

   I pulled past the bus and moving to the right lane slowed up and

   turned off onto the apron.  Kathy hastily pulled the top of her dress

   up and the bottom of it down.

   "Your driver's license and registration, please," the Trooper

   intoned, businesslike.

   Kathy looked at me, wondering, I'm sure if the Trooper knew what

   she had been doing, or whether he was stopping us for speeding.

   "Mr.  Wade, I pulled you over because your companion is violating

   state laws regarding exposing herself in public.  I think you were

   aware that she was doing that, were you not?"

   "Yes sir.  I was not only aware, but she was doing it at my

   request."

   "I expected as much, Mr.  Wade.  Is this woman your wife?"

   "No sir, she is not.  She is a friend who is visiting me for the

   week.  May I ask how you knew what we were doing?"

   "Well, Mr.  Wade, your friend's activities have been the subject

   of much discussion on one of the cb radio channels for quite a few

   miles now.  You may not be aware of it, but our patrol cars are

   outfitted with cb radios and we monitor the conversations often."

   Kathy's face had turned a deep shade of crimson, and she wrung

   her hands nervously in her lap.

   "This is not an offense that you really need to do anything

   about other than make sure it's stopped, is it, Officer?", I asked,

   hopefully.

   "Well, I'm in a bit of a spot here, Mr.  Wade.  You see, other

   officers have heard the conversations on the radio also, and they not

   only expect me to take you and your friend into the station, but they

   are looking forward to it."

   "Then you're going to arrest me?!", Kathy asked, excitedly.

   "I don't know that there will be any formal charges, Miss, but

   we do need to at least pursue this a bit further.  You may discuss it

   with my superior officer once we get to the station house."

   "There isn't anything I can do to change your mind about taking

   me to jail?", Kathy asked, demurely, her hand sliding her skirt up

   nearly to the top of her stockings.

   "Miss, if I were the only one who knew what you'd been doing it

   would be a much different thing, I assure you.  But we even have a

   whole busload of prisoner's back there who saw you exposing yourself

   and playing with yourself."

   Glancing in the rear-view mirror I realized the meaning of the

   Trooper's remark.  The busload of prisoners had pulled over and was

   now parked behind his patrol car.

   "Officer, I don't want to get us in anymore trouble than we are

   already in, but I do have an idea I would like to share with you.

   Could we go back to your car for a moment?  Just you and I?"

   The officer agreed and we left Kathy alone in my car.

   "I would really hate for my friend to have to suffer the

   embarrassment of being taken to jail.  She is really much more than a

   friend to me and in some ways this is our first real `date'." I

   realized that didn't make much sense, but it was the truth, anyway.

   "She is a very lovely girl, Mr.  Wade, and personally I don't

   have a problem with what she was doing.  Do you have a suggestion for

   me?"

   "When I noticed that the busload of prisoners had also pulled

   over it gave me an idea.  This may or may not be acceptable to you,

   but then again you may be willing to consider it...."

   A few moments later I was back in my car.  The patrol car pulled

   around us and I began following him.

   "Well?", Kathy asked, impatiently.  I could tell she was angry

   now.  This wasn't working out as she had expected.  Not at all.

   "Relax...everything is going to be alright.  We'll have this all

   taken care of by lunchtime.  There won't be any charges pressed."

   "Taken care of by lunchtime?  Where are we going?  Do we still

   have to go in for questioning?"

   "Did you enjoy performing for the prisoners, Precious?", I

   asked, softly.

   "Yes, but I don't know what that has to do with anything.  Look,

   I wasn't planning on getting in trouble.  I don't like this.  I want

   you to take me back to the cabin."

   "The officer and I came up with a plan that will keep you and me

   both out of trouble, sweetie.  Actually, it's pretty much in keeping

   with the plans that I had for you anyway, so I think it will work out

   just fine.  You trust me, don't you?"

   "Yes, you know I do...but I trusted you not to get me in trouble

   with the law too.  So what are these plans you've made for me without

   asking me about them?"

   "I made plans that are related to the exposure of your body.  Is

   that something I needed to ask you about?" Her attitude had been

   understandable, but it needed a bit of softening at the moment.

   "Well, no, I guess not."

   "You guess not?"

   "Okay.  No, you didn't need to ask me about that.  But what do

   you mean?  What am I going to have to do?"

   "We're going to a fitness center that the state rents for a few

   hours every Wednesday.  Rather than taking up space that is badly

   needed for cells, the local correctional facility transports some of

   the prisoners one day a week so that they can workout."

   "Okay.  Then what?"

   "Then the prisoners and any of the police officers who care to

   come will be treated to a little show, Precious.  A little show by

   you."

   "Damn."

   "Damn?  Would you rather we go to the station and let them press

   charges?"

   "No, of course not." She sighed, heavily, but I knew the idea

   wasn't entirely against her wishes.  "You're going to help me with

   this, aren't you?  I mean, I don't have any idea what it is you

   expect me to do."

   "Oh yes, I'll help you.  I'll be right there the entire time,

   and I promise it will all work out just fine.  I made the officer

   promise me that he would let me do it my way, and if he doesn't live

   up to that promise then there will be some problems that he and the

   other officers will have to deal with too, you can count on that!"

   I lay my hand on Kathy's leg and stroked her gently along the

   inside of her thigh above her stocking top.  I could still feel the

   warmth of her sex.

   "This is really very exciting, Master.  I mean, it isn't what I

   expected, but the idea of putting on a show for prisoners and

   policemen!  Whew!"

   "I know, Baby.  All those men.  All those horny men."

   "They're just going to watch, right?  No touching?  I mean this

   isn't going to turn into a gang-bang or something, is it?"

   "Well, I told the officer there would be absolutely no touching

   or sex, but actually I had thought perhaps we might let some of them

   touch a little.  What would you think of that?"

   "I wouldn't mind so much letting them touch, if you want them

   to.  They won't get out of hand, if I let them do that?"

   "The prisoners may be the hardest to control in that respect,

   but then they will be watched closely by the other policemen.  There

   will be quite a few policemen there, you know.  I'm sure we can

   maintain order easily."

   "And do you want them to touch me anywhere they like?"

   "You mean do I want them to be able to touch your breasts and

   your ass and your legs and your pussy?"

   "Yes, Master.  That's what I meant."

   "What do you want, Kathy?  Is that how you want it?"

   "If it pleases you Master, yes.  Yes, I would like that alot."

   "Then that's how it will be, my precious little slut."

   We drove the rest of the way in silence, my fingers gently

   rubbing the silky smooth wetness of my adorable slave's cunt.

   Continued in Chapter Thirteen

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