With her finger guiding mine, she made tight circles over the stiff nipple. Her other hand crept higher up my thigh. My sensitive swollen head was now...cupped in her palm. I swerved off the road and quickly back on. I slowed the truck and tried to focus on driving. “What’s the matter Willy, having trouble concentrating?” she giggled. I didn’t answer, just stared straight ahead, trying to concentrate on driving, instead of the hand on my cock and the tit in my hand. She guided my hand slowly down. He squeezed and rolled my nipples in his fingers as I writhed beneath him and willed myself to be quiet. Inside me I could feel the waves growing again and I wanted to scream as if we were at home. He reached in between my legs and slapped my thigh, lightly, a signal for me to open to him. He reached down, looking into my eyes as a smile crossed his face, as pinched my clit in between his thumb and forefinger. I remembered last month when Master had commanded me to wear a clothespin on my clit. More

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