My little titties quivered in my top, bouncing as I pulled the shorts higher and higher. I groaned as I slid the tight fabric up over my rump. I sucke... in a deep breath, struggling to fasten them closed. Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t fat. I had a flat, taut stomach. I was just younger when I wore these jeans. I groaned, straining to draw the fasteners together.I couldn’t button them.I could, however, draw up the zipper most of the way. It held my fly shut. Mostly. I felt so naughty especially. The crowd had become quiet again watching this battle of young suitors. The last bid was at two hundred and forty seven dollars. The auctioneer was trying to get a bid of two hundred and fifty that would be the highest of the day. Just as he was about to say sold I put my hand up to bid.“We have a new bidder. Sir?”“Three hundred and fifty dollars.”Now that put a crimp into the party of the two young bidders. They both looked at me with daggers in their eyes. If looks could kill my funeral was. M. as I pulled in to the driveway I noticed a car but I did not recognize as I made my entrance into the house I noticed the kitchen was disarrayed with wine bottles and food on the counter. I walked my way towards the back of the house where I heard some noises looked out the window and scene two men and my wife my wife was naked with a feet in the pool sitting on the edge another man sitting next to her and one in the pool the man in the pool had his arms on her legs it look like he was. Even if she was a coward, he couldn't be allowed to know it. Squaring her shoulders she returned to the office, opened the door and walked in. Her jaw almost dropped as she looked around the reception area. Fortunately, she had prepared herself by studying the outer entrance. The reception area was even more impressive. It was entirely paneled in the same furniture-grade cherry as the outside entrance. There were chairs and a sofa, all covered in leather; brass lamps and a reception desk next.