By Rubrpig
As always, this slave is writing while wearing Wesco big boss double buckle engineers, locked in a Carrara chastity belt, padlocked wrist restraints, and a locked posture collar.
Adam shrugged his heavy muscled shoulders to ease the stress, and his body armor creaked as he flexed. His biceps strained the short sleeves of his tan uniform shirt. His shirt was soaked under the armored vest. The vest was heavy and made heavier with all the equipment he had attached to the vest. He was tired but he was near the end of his shift on highway patrol. Just then a leather clad man on a Harley passed his cruiser but he was just below the speed limit, so Adam just looked at the rider. The rider was obviously heavily muscled under the heavy black riding leathers. The rider wore a matte black full-face helmet so Adam could not check out the rider’s face, so Adam lost interest and headed back to the sheriff’s station to end his shift.
