As I thought, he was standing there, an obvious tent in his pants. He introduced himself as Zane, from England. We went into one of the private rooms ...nd he got straight to business without speaking a word. He threw me onto the bed roughly, quickly stripping off both of our clothes. He sat on my chest, pushing his big, easily eight inch cock, into my mouth and fucking it. I was in total shock; it was all happening so fast and I was getting wet. My mouth was being abused, but I was getting wet. To make her point, she just dropped to her knees and gave me a wet blowjob until she made me cum in my pants. The entire week we fucked like newlyweds. We role played a bit with me talking dirty to her while fucking her. I used some lube and even pushed her face down on the bed and reamed her asshole with my hard cock. When I was ready to cum I shoved my cock into her mouth and shot a huge sticky load down her throat.I told her to get used to it; that black bastard was going to use and abuse. . do I hear one four fifty? One four fifty? one four fifty.” He raised his gavel... “ ... one five ... thank you, young lady. I have one five ... Any increase? one five ... one five ... last call. Sold at one million five hundred thousand. I’m sorry, sir ... you were too late. Speak to Miss Jakobsen ... perhaps ... No?“Gentlemen and lady, I bid you adieu. Perhaps another time.”The TV screen disappeared and the bidders clustered around Miss Jakobsen. Her entourage bullied their way forward and. I went through my perfumes one by one saying things like "Maybe we should try this one on her?" Then: "No, I don't think so." And: "Ooooh this one is *so* feminine!" But: "Maybe something else."I stood at the mirror smiling at her reflection as I held up a bottle and pulled out the stopper. It was beautiful crystal with a lid that looked like angel's wings."Isn't this a pretty bottle?" I gushed. "Just *wait* to you smell it! You'll feel even *prettier*!" A wave of the intensely floral fragrance.