"The sale ends tonight, and you'll be going out like thistomorrow anyway, so let's get moving because you're doing really well,but you can never have ...nough practice. Plus I'd rather you get someexperience out in public anyway."He looked down towards the floor, ready to shit his pants as he suddenlybecame completely aware of what he was wearing and that he'd be leavingthe house like some girly fashionista.He was in a black, cold shoulder three quarter sleeve top with someglitter scattered. "By this time, all the prettier concubine candidates were gone. It really did not matter, with the Confederacy's technology allowing me to change my concubines to look like carbon copies of Marilyn Monroe, if that was what I wanted. The male candidates were pretty much alone. That was just fine with me.I asked the remaining mother figures how many had five or more children under fourteen. There were ten women with their hands up and I had them come forward. I asked how many of those wanted more. From time totime Maria would ask a question, or June would correct part of the story(I had told it to her many times,) but mostly I was giving a narrativeof the experience. I was well into the story when I realized I was aboutto get an erection. Now I thought that would not be cool, so I tried tohold back. I tried playing mental baseball. Too many phallic bats and toomany balls. I thought about my job. I remembered Mrs Milmot, my ugly3rd grade teacher. But I was telling this sexy story, and I. Even being as wet as I was, the cock being pushed into my pussy felt very nice. He pushed it all away in and I realized that wasn't very long, but it still felt nice when I clamped my pussy tight around it and he clamped his fingers over my nipples. I just started enjoying it when he twisted my nipples super hard and shot his load into me. I screamed as pain shot throughout my body as it felt like he had tried to rip off my nipples. He released them leaving me disappointed in how quick he had.