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A-ha! He was awake, and knew what he was doing! There was no mistake about it. I was pretty sure he didn't know I was awake, so I continued to fake sleep.We continued that way for a number of miles, bumping along the road, me rock hard, enjoying the sensations I was receiving. Then I felt it unmistakably... he was pushing harder than he had previously... so I looked down, and as I did, saw him looking up back at me... the jig was up. He also knew that I was awake... What he did next took me totally by surprise... he 'adjusted' in his sleep (at least it would appear that way to anyone looking on) and in doing so, pulled his arm back just a few inches... and under the towel, he straight on grabbed my dick. He squeezed it ever so slightly. It felt like electricity was coursing through my body... This was something totally new to me. Sure, as guys we'd give each other a hard time, occasionally make jokes about so-and-so being gay or something like that, but never were. This time Karen put her head on my lap and laid the other way. I wadded up my jacket and used it as a pillow and put my hand on her belly. Soon almost everyone except myself and the driver were asleep. Every time the van would jostle I would move my hand fractionally towards Karen's titties. Soon I had my hand on her right breast and I felt her nipple harden under my fingers. I squeezed it a little bit and I got a little moan from Karen. I looked up and saw the grad assistant June looking right at me. She could not see Karen's body on my lap, but she could see her waist that was right in the aisle. I moved my hand to her other tit and played with that nipple and she moaned again. She also opened her eyes and smiled. So I kept doing it she turned her head and pulled my sweatpants down. She took my semi-hard cock into her mouth and started sucking. She started slow but soon was going in rhythm. I reached down and worked my hand into the waistband of the sweatpants she was wearing. Like.
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His other hand finds my left breast, his fingers begin to roll over and pinch that nipple, causing it to harden as much as the right. “I’m going to use nipple clamps on you, to keep your nipples nice and hard for me.” I can feel his breath against my skin. I've never used nipple clamps before, and I’m worried they will hurt, but I don’t object in anyway because I trust him. I nod my head once more. “That’s my good girl. You’re so willing for me.” He purrs out the last of his words, it sends a chill racing up my spine. The pinch of the clamp on my right nipple hurts just enough to send the pleasure race hot between my legs. I want to twist my body to escape the pleasure, it feels so great. I know moving would mean punishment, I lie still. I try to be his good girl. He moves to slip the other one on; I let out a soft whine through the gag. He tugs on both of them, hard suddenly; it causes me to yelp out. “Mmm good, they’re on their nice and tight. They won’t be moving for a.

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