I teased myself; puffy nipples and smooth, shaven vulva; stroking myself as I watched Pippa grip my cockhead, guide it between her own dribbling lips,...spread her thighs wider as its head disappeared, pushing down with that perfect bottom as ‘Mr Shaft’ slid effortlessly into the damp and receptive fissure between her legs.I watched her descend; guttural moans spewing from her mouth as my cock finally filled her wanton, insatiable pussy; her downward thrust driving the thick rubber head, resting. The first slave mounted the stage and the line moved down one position.The auctioneer’s assistants held the slave and turned him while the auctioneer gave a standard spiel.?Elderly male, used to be a free scribe. Can read, write or do numbers. Drunkard and gambler. Being sold by order of his creditors.?The next was a strong young man.?Young male. Builder’s Laborer. Third offence of drunk and attacking the night watch. Being sold by order of the magistrate.?The next slave was a woman.?Middle. We were never told what we were guarding, but then again, we never asked. Upon arrival at Midway we turned everything over to the MPs.I had let Goldberg call his parents from Columbia, one of us had to be on the plane at all times so I let him go and phone home.His parents were there when we landed. They offered to take me home, but I asked them to take me to the restaurant where Mom worked. It was actually on their way home so it worked out better.That's how I arrived at the back door of the. He keeps fingering her as she wishes. She grows damper and damper. He smiles. Everything is going as planned. She feels awesome. This…is awesome, he says to himself, and with that he closes his eyes. Yes, she does feel awesome. Yes, she does feel great. He wants to take her and hold her and he wants to kiss her lips next but he’s way too far into this to stop now. She’s become wetter and wetter and needier as well. He knows it too. His fingers, deep inside her, and twirling all around drive her.