Every aspect of her dress and posture screamed death metal teen. She was particularly interested in the waterfall and stood contemplating it alone for...a few minutes.He finally got a good look at Sabrina. She was a stunning seductress of a woman. She had short, stylishly cut slut-red hair that matched her come-fuck-me-red lipstick. She was dressed in an outfit that would have been more suited to a Lovers Lane commercial than a night in the back yard with friends. It was a loose black gauzy. . she could feel her nipples harden... closed her eyes for a moment and began stroking her sides. It was like nobody existed except for her. She felt herself becoming wetter and wetter. Could the auctioneer standing next to her smell her need, she wondered, getting even hornier at that thought."What am I bid for this exquisite creature?," the auctioneer asked, and the bidding began. Voices called out in response to the ever-increasing price, but Cheryl heard nothing but unintelligible noise.. I didn't even know what it was supposed to be from here on. I tried to test waters."how are your hands now mom?" I asked."I am good now." she replied coldly and left the tent.There were no signs of her asking for more help or any mention about what happened. I realized that she didn't want to discuss about it any more and was supposed to be a one off incident. Yeah we got to know about each other but may be that was all. We were in camp and hence a bit of work to get things going. I went around. “You really got excited by this bitch?” She prodded the poor, unconscious girl with her foot. “Not quite…” I hated myself for going to direct defence. “I had to act as if I did, to gain time.” “Yeah… Gain time. But you are now tied at the bed helplessly, completely subject to my mercy.” “I’m happy that I am.” “You shouldn’t be. You just left me in a deserted Island.” “This doesn’t seem to stop you.” “Nothing can stop me!” She slowly began to undress herself, beginning with her black leather.