Though Johnny, the bag boy, was as sweet as he couldbe, bagging my groceries and taking them out to my truck, I still don'tthink I want to be back. As...I drove off, some of the workers there wereriding him hard and he had this sort of dumbfounded look on his face. Iinterpreted it as though he didn't have a clue as to who I was and theother workers were chiding him about flirting with me.Sorry about that. I didn't plan on being so gabby on that last littlebit.I got home about 10:00, put away all. The slave markets didn't really exist, did they?"I know you don't believe they really sell slaves, but they do. Master bought me at auction and I was so happy about it," she continued, "Others were not so lucky." What ... what do you mean?" asked the English woman."I mean that if he sells you, you don't know who might buy you. It might be a good man, like our Master, but it could be a brothel owner, or a real sadist, or even the army might buy you for one of their brothels. That would be ten or. ” I blurted out, my tears beginning to flow yet again.Wishes wrapped me up in her arms and hugged me tightly.“Sorry I’m late babe, I got tied up on the phone to Mark.” she said and gave me a quick kiss. “This is getting to be a habit.”I pulled away from her my face flushing. I had almost forgot, Wishes had a boyfriend and wasn’t gay no matter how much she seemed to enjoy kissing me.“I’m sorry Wishes.”She looked angry for just a second before her smile returned.“Honey, how many times do I have. "She reached up and unbuckled my belt, then opened my pants and pulled down my zipper. I was so desperate for her to touch my cock that I almost danced, but I restrained myself; I wanted to seem always in perfect control. She pulled my pants down to my shoes, then reached for my underpants. "No," I said hoarsely, "Take off my shoes." She took them off, which took an excruciatingly long time, and then slid my pants off.When she slid my underpants down, my cock sprang gratefully free. She reached.