"Honey, I really need to go inside and pee before we go any further. Honestly. I drank way too much at dinner and I'm about to pop. You don't want me ...eeing on you, do you?" Susan asked as she hoped he wasn't going to frustrate her little scheme."OK, but how are you going into the dorm like that, baby?" Ron asked, looked at Susan sitting there next to him with no bra or sweater on and her pants lewdly unfastened."No problem," Susan said as she pulled her sweater on without her bra and quickly. I’d arrive in London in time for drinks and dinner with the head of Royal Chemicals and his negotiating team.As morning got underway, I talked to Sheila and Andy at the office from my trans-Atlantic flight, and then I called Elsa, giving her a wake-up call.Elsa said in groggy tone, “Where are you? I thought you were in the other room.”“I think the Citation is just coming up on Newfoundland, why?”“Newfoundland!” I could visualize her suddenly sitting up in bed.“On the way to London, and I’m not. It was only several seconds before they jumped,startled from a loud crash and saw rain cascading into the hallway witha rush of wind. Chanting filled the room as everyone clutchedthemselves and loved ones.In one of the seats was Brad. He was a stocky guy in his early 20s withmessy, dirty blonde hair and varying levels of facial hair that greatlydepended on how much he felt like shaving that day. His whole bodyflared up, causing him to moan out loud, his voice adding to thecacophony of varying. Once my nipples were fully erect he gently pulled up on the tip of my nipple to stretch it out. Then he slipped the clip under his fingers and slowly let the pressure of the clip squeeze my nipple. “Ooooooh," I moaned as I opened my mouth wide. “Shhhhh. Not a sound from you,” Mark smiled. Mark repeated this process on my other nipple until the nipple clamps were firmly in place, and my little nipples were budding out. Mark’s kept tracing his fingers against the delicate pink skin causing a.