You want to go to Jail or you want to go home.
Sex addicted cop get his dick wet.
“License or identification please,” Swain demanded, shining the flashlight directly in the woman's face. She shielded her eyes with her hands. Her outfit left little to the imagination, a white halter and skimpy shorts, more like lingerie than clothing, paired with clear five inch stilettos. “Officer, is this really necessary?” she asked with a hint of irritation. Swain repeated his request. “I don't think I did anythin...