The top bar was made from a darker wood and polished to gleaming perfection, curved instead of flat and interspersed with triangular dents with rounde... edges. “What are you waiting for? Get on it!” I had no idea what she was up to, but I complied. The bar was only a few inches below my pussy, cool and smooth between my thighs, and I started a little forlornly at her. “Oh, come on, don’t play silly. You may come!” I still didn’t get her, but then she made some rocking motions with her hips and. .. she was talking to me again! "...and I brought something you'll like!" she added. Mmmmm… she had gone out to buy more Ben & Jerry's! I heard the silverware drawer being pulled out and finally footsteps coming up the stairwell. I had served my penance and we could enjoy some ice cream together! She appeared in the doorway again with her hands wrapped around her treasure. She held it out for me to see, but it wasn't her favorite ice cream after all... it was mine: Ben & Jerry's New York Super. The door burst open just as he was bottoming out inside of her again and blasting the second load of the day into her luscious depths. A young woman cried out, "'Mother, are you OK?" Rana was in the middle of another orgasm as she held him, one hand on the back of his head, one hand on the small of his back saying over and over again "I feel it, I can feel it, it's so deep". He was lost in the feeling of having his cock slit pressed up against her cervix as his cock filled and then expelled. Then she rose and slipped under the covers at the foot of the bed, kissing his feet and legs as she worked her way up the bed. She was surprised that her purchaser was not one of the three who had tried her out before the auction, and that she had not noticed him in the auction room. What she did not remember was that he had come round the cells with the earlier group of "less honoured" customers. He did remember this and knew absolutely for certain that he would be in the "honoured customer".