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other than alcohol in that drink. I asked Jill to take me home, but Asami asked me to wait. In a few minutes I realized that I couldn't move a muscle, not even to open my Asami gallery eyes. Jill looked at me and said, "Oh, shit! Karen's passed out cold. Well, I've got to take Asami home. Help me get her to the car." Jill wasn't exactly sober herself. Asami wasn't far from joining me collapsed in a chair. I was hoping Asami wouldn't try to drive, but I didn't want to stay here. Finally one of the guys suggested that they drive us home. One guy would take Jill's car and take Asami home. The other guy would take me home in his van, then drive over to pick up his friend. Had Jill not been drunk, she wouldn't take these strangers up on their offer, but not wanting to wake up her brother to come get us, Asami agreed. I didn't like this idea, but I had no way One of the guys picked me up in his arms and walked out carrying me. He put me in the back of his van, and we drove off. After he had driven for about twenty minutes, he tried to wake me up. After about five minutes he gave up trying. He drove for about ten minutes more, and I knew I was in trouble. He turned off his engine, and it was real quiet. No city noises, just crickets chirping. We were out in the middle of absolutely nowhere. I felt a hand on my Asami gallery thigh as my dress was raised up over my waist. He gasped. I cursed myself for having worn the sheer pink panties I had on. You could see every hair, every detail of my Asami gallery pussy through them. ...(cont.)

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