-Oh oui vas-y....plus vite.....plus fortJe me suit mis a exécuter ses ordres. Je peut apercevoir a chaque coups que je donne son ventre et ses seins ...emuer en même temps.-Oh oui continue continue.Sa voix, sa respiration et ses petits gémissement de plaisir augmenter de plus en plus mon plaisir et je sentais que j'aillais jouir, alors j'ai un peu ralenti la cadence.-non non ne t’arrête pas continue.....plus vite. Sur ses parole je suis reparti dans mes va et viens encore plus vite et plus fort. “Yes, I was still wearing that top with no bra!” She angrily shot back. My cock instantly stiffened in my pants. The thought of my wife showing off her body so innocently to an old guy, our neighbour, had me going rather quickly.“Now we have established my attire, can I continue?” she said, sarcastically. I noticed my line of questioning had riled her. What started off as being a guilty story, had quickly turned into one that was my fault. I didn’t mind, I was just desperate to find out what. The theatre was full of Arabian looking people, some with women by their sides. The bidding began, in a foreign currency. Jim had no idea who was bidding what. Finally the auctioneer brought the gavel down and screamed a word, which I suppose, meant 'sold'. A man and woman approached the stage and signed some paperwork. They then both approached Jim and ran their hands across his body. The man put his hand between Jim's legs and squeezed his pussy. Jim tried to scream; it hurt so much. I joined them."Chris, first I want to thank you for saving my bacon 16 months ago. That guy came out of nowhere. If you hadn't stopped him, he might've killed me and Sarah," said the man."Now, I remember you. You're that nosy Investigator's husband. Your wife helped to ruin my life. If I had known who or what you guys were doing, I probably wouldn't have stopped him," I snapped.Both of the men looked at me, and then at each other. Then they laughed. "Yeah, you would have," said Darryl. "You've.