Moaning, she was rocking side to side and lifting her ass off the bed by the time his mouth headed south again to enter the center of her need, circli...g her pussy with his tongue before pressing it on her clit, replacing the pressure which caused her ass to rise higher with his sucking lips, bringing an "Oh fuck," from deep in her throat as her nectar rushed forth from her nether lips and his embedded fingers could feel her orgasmic pulsations. Placing his cock at her raging portal of pleasure,. ?Welcome,? he began, ?to our weekly auction. Many of you have been here before but for those who are newcomers to our meetings, let me repeat our rules. First, there will be no permanent injury or death rendered any of my women. If that occurs, the guest or guests who cause such injury or death will take that slave’s place in my establishment and remain so until they are either purchased or dismissed at my direction. Second, any slave purchased for the evening may be exchanged within the. Not long after, she felt the warmth spread between her legs too as her bladder emptied into the pull-up as well. The little girl watched on as she hopped off the toilet, realizing what was going on due to Christy's posture and expression.As Christy finally began to move, the little girl seemed to frown. "I-I'm sorry Miss Christy, I guess I didn't go fast enough..."Christy responded to that rather kind comment by shaking her head. She was grateful that the girl wasn't making fun of her, given. "I know how men think of women's breasts. I'd like to hear how a womanthinks of them."I shrugged. "I think of mine as gifts."Brad looked puzzled, but the bemused glint in his eye suggested that hewas intrigued as well. "Gifts?" he repeated. "Why gifts?" A woman, seeking love, offers sex," I replied. "Breasts areintimations of intimacy. They're gifts that promise more, like thebouquets of roses a man gives to a woman he admires. Flowers arepromises, too--promises of love." I rolled my.