I used to drive a semi-truck, and was at the mercy of any and all DOT personnel, at roadside weigh-stations, and on the prowl. There was one scale, bossed by a really dreadful woman, who seemed to hate all men, and truckers in particular. Now most serious drivers keep at least two log-books, one of which is kept squeaky-clean, though usually pretty inaccurate, for inspection. One time, this awful woman told me to pull round the back, for a level whatever inspection, which she did herself. In the course of looking for 'contraband' she unearthed my "other" logbooks, and my porn stash, along with a bottle of Southern Comfort, a nip of which helped me get to sleep. She promptly put me "out of service" on my hours, went off with all my 'stuff' promising to return. I was pretty weary anyway,and had a couple of days until my next pickup, so I climbed into my "mummy bag" sleeping bag and went to sleep. When I awoke, she was back, and I found she had hauled on the draw-cords until the built-in hood had been drawn down tight round my head, leaving me only a small opening for my nose and mouth. She had apparently also captured the zipper-tag in this draw-cord, and I found myself unable to do anything to get free. Then the interrogation began. "You want a HUGE fine, and the chance of jailtime, plus losing your job?" she asked calmly. I sighed and agreed that I didn't, so she immediately climbed up on the bunk, and settled herself carefully, with her sex covering my nose and mouth, and said "Get to it! And it better be good!" Luckily, I had been married to my ex-wife for fifteen years, during which time, this was the constant price for harmony in the marriage, and I was consequently probably above average in my 'performance' both for quality and quantity! This tyrant had been through my bills and paperwork and stuff, and knew I didn't need to be anywhere for the next 48 hrs or so, and thus she kept me at it, with the single-minded dedication of the true nymphomaniac, about once an hour, on average, it seemed, until I just had enough time to make my next appointment for loading. As she finally half-released me, she said "I have copies of everything, and the bottle, so don't be long returning here!" Now the irony of the situation really, was that I have been a serious sexual submissive all my adult life, despite being as hard as nails in my everyday life, and actually enjoyed this "session" immensely, though I wasn't going to tell her that! I began looking out for loads that would take me past that scale regularly, though.....