I have just been paraded naked, and sold as a sex slave. A “fine piece of cunt”, that’s what they called me. Gods help me, who owns me? I don’... even know. I’d at least expected a “sold to…” from the auctioneer, but do my feelings not even deserve that?“You deal with thirty-five when she comes in,” one of the guards says to the other, interrupting my thoughts. The men are still close by, but I can’t see them out of my cage door. “I want to go watch thirty-six.”“What is it with you and the ones. "Shaking her head in disbelief, Lucy said, "Just think about it. If you were able to actually tax that second economy, then the whole national debt could be paid off in no time." Actually, I doubt that very much. The first economy would probably tank as a result. It depends upon the infusion of money from the second economy. If the second economy were to get taxed, the costs of those goods and services would go up and transactions would go down. The first economy would suffer from a major loss. Before she had finished cuming I slammed forward as hard as I could into her tight little snatch and began an experience I had only fantasised about before.I glanced over at Mark and could see him pulling on his little dick as he stared wide eyed at us, so I paused in my pounding and told him to stop, It took a couple of shouts to get his attention and then I told him he could only do that if he had received my permission beforehand and as he hadn’t even had the courtesy to ask, that meant when. “Please take a shower and put your clothes in there, I’ll go get you some new ones.”“Oh, now?”“Yes please!”I take the garbage bag and head towards the bathroom. Despite her downplaying it earlier, a step into it and it’s a lot bigger than I thought. It has a separate bath and shower, a sink with a large mirror, and, of course, a toilet. I take off my clothes and, begrudgingly put them in the garbage bag. While I didn’t peculiarly find them pretty, they’re the only things I carried from my.