The man in front of her ordered his drinks and was about to pay. Just a few more minutes and she could get away from him. The problem was that in th...s crowded bar he could put his hands all over her and no one would even take notice. “Come on baby, what kind if greeting is that for an old friend?” She felt him press up against her ass and his hands grasp her waist very firmly. She loved when he took control and he knew it. Suddenly she felt one hand slide slowly down the front of her thigh. Pulled them down low enough to meet her jeans and reveal her bright pink, almost red, perfectly curved and ample bottom. Time to really get the message across he thought. ‘W-w-what…what….what’s going on….what did you just do….’ Lisey could barely tell what was going on. She could feel the sting in her ass, she could feel herself growing in anticipation and, shockingly, arousal. She didn’t want to fight anymore, she wanted him to break her and build her back up again. ‘I know you might be angry. Only after Cindy told him it wasn't a porn story and he could read it in front of us, was he okay in doing so.I found it so odd; my large laptop looked so small sitting in front of him. It looked so unusual to see his big leathery hands, hands gnarled, calloused and scared by weather and work to the point where they could neither open nor close fully, sitting perched on the now small looking keyboard.Cindy was sitting pensively on the edge of the sofa watching him. I thought she looked even. My mind went blank, I felt as in a dream. He continued to talk, but I did not hear a word. This was really happening, it was no longer an abstract something in the future. The bidding seemed to go on a long time, and I did have one rational thought. Perhaps the price was high, and my sister would be getting more money than I had imagined. At last, all done, bidding closed, and I was taken down, to my great relief. I stood in front of my new owner, a man (thank goodness), mid thirties, fit.