Her blouse was then pulled over her head and he sent it sailing across the room to join his shirt on the floor. He fused their mouths together again,...her lips parting under his and he coaxed her tongue to play with his, his hands pushed the straps of her shift down her arm until it bunched around her waist. She gasped into his kiss when his large callused hands cupped her full breasts, brushing his thumbs over her pebbled nipples. The rough stubble on his face tickled her neck as he moved his. Finally, theauction started and each pony was led into the ring for sale. I could hearthe rapid monotone of the auctioneer's voice as he called out the variousbids. Eventually it was my turn to be auctioned off and I too was sold.I was led off to yet another trailer and pony-girl ranch. This was beginningto get monotonous as I locked into yet another set of stocks. What was itwith these people? I had nowhere to run or hide.I had no choice but to submit. First I was first fitted with a new. It was long enough to cover my panties. I had a habit of wearing clothes belonging to the men I’ve known. In retrospect, maybe it was my way of marking them. “Okay to come in?” I asked, rapping on the bathroom door. “Yep. Just me and my bubbles.” Gerry’s head was propped on the back of the tub with a wet cloth over his face. With muscled arms draped on the sides and one knee rising from the bubbles, he looked like a god damned GQ ad. Jesus, it’s been too long since I’ve gotten laid, I thought.. " She wasn't cruel in her response, but shewas quite firm."Tell you what?" I asked.She looked at me and with a hint of anger replied, "You know what. Youhave a big secret that you are scared of me finding out, and until I knowwhat it is there is no way I can marry you."I held back a sigh, as I felt our relationship heading towards acatastrophic end. I had tried to share my secret in the past with othergirlfriends and every time it ended things. Sometimes it was a rapidimplosion where I.