They undresses me, caressed me, I was getting so hot. I laid my towel on the sand, and just as I was about to sit down I head someone yelling my name.... —- ZIOMARA!!! ZIOMARA!!! ZIOMARA!! I looked around, but couldn’t see any familiar faces, I figured someone else was named Ziomara. I turned back around, and as I was going down, two manly hands covered my eyes, and I felt the tip of his lips on my ear as he whispered “guess who?” I sat there baffled. Finally he let go and I quickly turned. We kneeled before him and opened our lipstick smeared mouths before his muscular torso, as we gazed up into his eyes, like a pair of cheap whores."You sure are a pair of white cum loving sluts", he bragged. "Kiss all over my stomach Pussy while I decide what to do to your woman!"Reluctantly I began planting tender kisses around his solid torso, still quivering with fear and humiliation."Mmmm Pussy, you sure are a fast learner", he hissed. "Stand up and do a sexy little wiggle in front of me, I. Roger even left the door slightly ajar, he just didn't care.He managed to drive back to work without getting in an accident, but through no fault of his own. Roger spent the afternoon in a daze, trying to find a reason for his wife's infidelity. It's not like I'm unattractive or anything. Everyone always said that we were the perfect couple. As Roger sat at his desk at work and pondered his life and marriage, he started to get a feeling of Righteous Anger. I did nothing to warrant this kind of. It is time for the bidding to start. Dad and me took our seats. The slaves were paraded in. All were naked and had their hands tied behind their backs. The women circled the stage a few times and then ordered to kneel in a line with their legs opened. About a dozen women were auctioned off their beauty varied from average to stunning. The last two were exceptional. One was a petite brunette who sang a song. Another was a blond who did cartwheels. The bids were high, and I wondered if anyone had.