To be the entertainment and to be humiliated in front of these people was one thing, but for my Master to take things to this level? I looked at paper...after paper, the acts that I would be made to perform were burned in my mind as I saw multiple bids written down for each one. People were actually in bidding wars to make me perform sexual acts for them. This was ludicrous. I was stuck in a nightmare that was only going to get worse."Candi's First Handjob" - the leading bid was currently at. I headed over to Sandy Springs after my morning workout and as was the case last time, I arrived around 10:45am and there were very few cars in the parking lot. I parked my car and entered the store .. went to the desk and purchase my mandatory $5 worth of tokens. I entered the darkened booth area. The booths at this shop are big with no doors.. I made the rounds to the booths and say that I was the only one in the area. I headed back a booth against the side wall and waited to see what would. (Randy was about four years younger than me.) Honestly, most of her lovers were dirt bags. Kevin had moved far away and was totally out of the picture, although I believe she did think about him and others like him when we had sex. He was more her type. A bit taller than me with long blond hair, tattoos and very much had the total rock star look. I also had long hair, but mine is brown and didn't flow as perfectly as Kevin's did. People back then used to say I looked like Eddie Van Halen.. She removed her shirt. She was still wearing her shameej. I thought she would be sleeping in her shameej, but to my utter surprise, she removed her shameej, while removing her shameej, she had turned a little bit. As she removed her shameej with her hands above her head, I could see the outlines of her protruded, healthy and tight breasts lifting up in the air with a small cheery like nipple on the top. She then again wore her shirt back. Went to her bed and slept. My sleep was nowhere to be. I.