The solution was to let them have their way with any house slave who caught their attention. A girl on her knees scrubbing the floor, or making beds o... serving food was fair game to them.But other men made comments that suggested they were looking for women to staff their brothels. She hoped and prayed that she’d be purchased as a house slave or at worse a field slave.The sale began. The first slave mounted the stage and the line moved down one position.The auctioneer’s assistants held the. She watched the on-screen action lustfully, grinding her hips on the fake cock. The men had stopped the triple penetration and instead were lined up to take her one after another. At the time one of the larger men was driving his enormous cock into the brunette occasionally pausing deep inside her and grinding himself against her swollen clit. She had locked her legs around his waist, her head rolling back and forth. All the while it seemed she was having one orgasm after another. The other men. She had a powerful, but relaxed, naturally maternal demeanor -- with black eyes, large breasts, fleshy cheeks. She had pushed several packages under the wooden bench, holding a basket on her lap. Facing her was a thin, weathered, handsome young man, in his mid-twenties -- dressed in an expensive, but rumpled and dusty business suit -- like he'd been wearing it for a week.He was thin, tanned, with the dark complexion of men who work outside in the hot sun. Near him, a handkerchief: his whole. You will then know I am in charge of you and you will see as well as feel the strap descending on your body. The woman screamed and pleaded, knowing from previous punishments how much more painful it was on the front of her body. Again this reinforced my belief women could be more cruel than men. She started on the front of the thighs and worked her way to the tits until the woman was sobbing pitifully. I and then Jack, were asked if we wanted to take her afterwards. I declined as I wanted my.