THE SLAVE AUCTIONTalia was scheduled to be auctioned today. She sat in her cell, shivering, partly from the cold and partly from humiliation of being ...ractically naked. Also partly in fear at what her future held. Her story was typical of the Terminal slave. She believed with her whole heart that someone else was at fault for her being there. She had merely gone along with her boyfriend the day he shot and killed the clerk at the gas station. Sure, she’d spent some of the $250 he obtained from. As my orgasm overwhelmed me and I came down from my pleasure high, I knew I had better make myself earn my next orgasm and toy, so I went into the spare bedroom that I used as a home gym. I got onto my exercise bike and put it on intensity seven, and set a timer for ten minutes. By five, I was coated in sweat and my own pussy juice, my anus burning in sweet pleasure. When the buzzer sounded, I jumped off the bike and laid on my exercise ball to do a 100 crunches with weights. When my muscles. Jock walked over to the guy he played with last week, they talked for a minute, then shook hands and racked up the balls.This time he wore what appeared to be a custom tailored pair of super skinny jeans. This time there was little doubt that this was the guy who was blessed by the sex gods. What he had in those jeans was a real behemoth.I could not take my eyes off his jeans. Meanwhile, Jock paid attention to his game, only glancing over occasionally, never smiling or recognizing me.After the. As neared the old Amenities building I heard a groaning and moaning sound, I assumed it could be someone in distress, so hurried closer, the sound came from behind the building so I followed the groans and sighs ...As I turned the corner I saw a somewhat orgy of young male and female bodies writhing on several mattresses strewn across the ground ... each person was either being fucked or being sucked by either a male or female ... very erotic ... and my cock began to twitch ...I recognized two.