She did not say anything but hold my hand & again went to sleep. Ohhhh my… What a nice feeling it was, to have her hot hand touch in the cool rainy ...eather. After sometimes as the bus was moving thru the ghat, she was pressing my hand more & more towards her soft boobs. Even though I was enjoying it, I was still afraid to make the first move, thinking that may be wrong & she would be just using my hand to support herself.Then the ghat ended & the bus started moving smoothly again. She was still. As we sketched and drew and composed and shaded, Prof. Reed would wander behind us, adding comments and suggestions as he watched us work. I noticed he seemed to spend more time watching Kurt and Toby in their poses than he did critiquing our drawings. Prof. Reed also clearly spent most of his time behind Nate, watching him sketch the two naked bodies, leaning in to offer suggestions, and occasionally touching Nate’s hips, shoulders, or butt as he made suggestions for his technique. Nate seemed. I made enough noise so he knew someone had sat down."Hello," he said with no fear in his voice. "Well are you going to speak to me or just kill me?" To be perfectly honest I'm trying to decide," I said. "You don't strike me as gangsters, and I have no current intelligence of any value to anyone. You are wasting your time and mine." You are the only one with a shortage of time," I said. I got out of my chair and walked to the door."Your government would not allow you to kill me," he said. "It's. I figured that if I was going to get f'ed, it was better off to start off this way. I was loosening up quite a bit, and after getting over the feeling like I needed to s--t, he must had started rubbing my prostate, because I could feel my c--k seeping c-m. He reached under me and felt the wetness and laughed, you like this don’t you b---h? I shook my head no, which wasn’t exactly the truth. If he didn’t kill and rob me, it might not be so bad. He got up and fixed himself another drink, and made.