The universe's normal sense of humour came to the fore, as the only available room would happen to be on a co-ed floor in a co-ed dormitory. My first ...oray to the men's room proved to be a veritable obstacle course. I was going to have to invest in a robe, traipsing to the men's in either just shorts or wrapped in a towel would be embarrassing to say the least.In fact, that is what happened, Alison swore that she did not mean to do it, when her bag snagged my towel, that next Friday afternoon. The bidding for my panties started at 20 dollars and there were no takers. He dropped the bid to 10 and finally to 5 before someone spoke up. Once the initial bid was made it moved quickly back toward the 20 dollar mark. It stalled twice, once at 19 and then again at 23. It moved again briefly, but once it reached 26, it would go no further. He tried in vain to get more money, but in the end, 26 was it. A round of applause went up as the guy who made the bid ascended the stairs. He paid the bid. William came close to me laughing loudly and said, “You Indian bitch. Gonna take my cock now.” Then he first rubbed his cock from my face to my breasts to my navel and then on my pussy and legs. He said, “How’s my cock, Parul?” He then turned me back and sat on my thighs.His cock and balls were touching my hips. He said, “Dad, look I am gonna fuck this Indian hard now.” James said, “Very well indeed. Enjoy my son.” William then grabbed my hips and spread them apart and started rubbing his cock. .. nowhere else to go.When he spoke there were only 2 words but it meant so much "turn .. around".It was a command not a request.I did as I was told, turning to face the table, butterflies in my belly once more. I knew what was coming....I swallowed hard.Johns hand on my back pushing me down firmly on the table, his feet between mine pushing them outwards opening my legs up, my skirt was pulled up, my panties yanked down.I felt him move up close behind me, fingers on my pussy, parting slick.