The auctioneer had been paid his fee. People, animals and equipment were still being hauled away, but things had quieted down except for the excitemen... among the geese, guinea hens and ducks.Anne was pleased that all the black women had been able to keep their children in the sale although most had been separated from their husbands or lovers. The younger fieldhands had all brought surprisingly good prices. None of the meager kitchen equipment was sold nor were her father's books or the. Maybe we should just stop everything that we are doing."He seemed quite concerned, but I told him, "That's just it, I don't think I want to stop, I just don't know what is going on. I need to talk to Becky. Maybe she can help." OK, dear," he said. "You talk to her, then come back and we'll talk about it."I met Becky at the restaurant. She looked tan and happy. We greeted each other and ordered our food, then she said, "What's up, Mom?"Now the ball was in my court, and I didn't know what to do. The subway came to stop, and the doors opened, but the brunette didn't cover herself up, she continued to stroke her breasts. No one got on the train, the doors closed and the train continued on its way.I was rock hard by now, so I undid my belt and the top button of my jeans, and slid my hand down my pants to get a better grip on my cock. The brunette looked at me, and slowly uncrossed her legs, spreading them wide open and revealing a pair of red panties underneath her white mini skirt. Her. It was Addie.“What are you doing down here?” I asked, checking my watch.“I’m on my lunch break. I was visiting one of the instructors,” she said, turning a little pink. It made me suspicious.“Why?”“Oh, no reason,” she said quickly.“You do realize that the instructors are all part of HR. You can’t be friends with them. It’s against company policy.”“Don’t worry,” she said, fidgeting where she stood. “It’s nothing like that, Celine.”“You’re a terrible liar.”At that moment, a door down the hall.