It was quiet and then she spoke, "You the sheriff that had his wife done in? If you be, why you being good to me?" I'm the sheriff and I did lose my J...ssie. Your man and me talked some. I don't think your man is minding much he has to die. He did wrong and he knows he has to pay for it, but he was worried about what is going to happen to you. That tells me he isn't all bad. I did have a few minutes with my wife to say good-bye. It made me think your husband might want a little time to talk to. . lush and soft, yet still firm... she could feel her nipples harden... closed her eyes for a moment and began stroking her sides. It was like nobody existed except for her. She felt herself becoming wetter and wetter. Could the auctioneer standing next to her smell her need, she wondered, getting even hornier at that thought."What am I bid for this exquisite creature?," the auctioneer asked, and the bidding began. Voices called out in response to the ever-increasing price, but Cheryl heard. It was poking about until it found its target. I thrust in deep. She was very wet." You fucking slut" I said, as I started to thrust in and out, nearly pulling right out, then pushing all the way back in.I reached round and grabbed her hair "You cock whore. What are you?" I growled, as she started lifting her hips to meet my thrusts." I`m you`re cock whore. I`m always ready for you. I`m yours. Faster. Please. Faster"The bed strings were squeaking. The headboard was banging against the wall. I. She was an ok looking white girl. Brunette hair, medium size tits and average face and body. But she was now in her mid 20's and having been a street whore for several years her age was beginning to show. The streets had made her callous toward men over the years and while not really gay she was bisexual. She found herself attracted to Michele and was enjoying pleasuring her. While not Anthony's "bottom bitch" she did serve in a role similar to that and realized Anthony was using her to assist.