, that is, Off the Record, I can explain I don't have anal sex, but fingers and small toys are fine." So you are a slave with choices," Holly said.Mon...ka nodded."I'm a slave because I choose to be one," she said with a smile. "In the Society, you always have choices."Holly felt another shudder of arousal pass through her. She remembered when Marnie forced the butt-plug in her ass, and spanked her.Holly allowed it to happen, even though she could have stopped it.A slave with choices, Holly. After a sumptuous dinner to which he had no ill regard, they all retired to the large salon with the huge fireplace and sunken "conversation pit" that reminded him of a Roman arena for spectacles of a sordid nature.Lady Patricia had employed a string quartet for entertainment purposes and they played discreetly in a corner well away from the general conversation.Harold thought it all a bit of a farce and terribly expensive but endured it all with a silent tongue. One of the pretty young things. The thought of Emma with another man had never even entered my mind before, but now it would not leave. I wanted to hear more. “Really? And how many notches would that be then?” “Ok but don’t judge me, 27… let’s say I was adventurous.” Shit, 27? I almost choked on my drink. I knew I wasn’t her first but I certainly didn’t think I was number 28. Christ, she is a secret slut! All those men nailing my wife. My cock began to pulse. “What’s the biggest dick you’ve had then babe?” “Richard, my ex.. On the truck was what looked like every kind of welding apparatus known to man.I poked around and looked into the bins at all the supplies. There were hardly any scratches in the bed. There were chains and rope plus the back pulled out on rollers for a welding table with clamps and vices mounted on it. There was only eleven hundred miles on the thing.I had no idea how much something like this would be worth, probably over thirty or forty thousand, maybe even more.The auctioneer started waving.