"I'll call you later," he whispered in my ear.I nodded and waved bye to the others, and then gave Kyle a kiss on the cheek.I unlocked the door, and we...t inside, laughing to myself.I shut the door behind me, and leaned against it. I heard the gang calling out to Kyle, and him responding, his voice getting further and further away, until it was the same volume as theirs. I heard the car start and speed off.I hurried upstairs, seeing Mom and Dad watching a movie together, wrapped up in each. But it wasn’t until I started wandering the room I realized what kind of charity event this was themed.It was a slave auction.I had been to many before. They were setup in various ways, but this one I found particularly interesting. The subs on the auction block were on display like pieces of art at an exhibition. Both men and women were posed and in various ways bound in a very artistic, elaborate kind of bondage. I started to peruse through the promenade of erotic living art. I thoroughly. She didn't hear the door of the cabin as it slowly creaked open."Well look at this!" came a familiar cruel voice. "My little whore is getting all ready for her mistress!"Wanda cackled wickedly as her eyes flashed lasciviously all over the young girl's body. Lisa jumped when she heard Wanda's voice and tried to grab for her robe, but Wanda was across the room in a flash, her left hand wrapped firmly around Lisa's wrist, her other hand swinging the long black strap that she had used on. Mother is fucking her step son, why can’t she fuck her own son? I used to see her half naked and get aroused. Surprisingly I somehow never felt guilty. One a Sunday, the headmaster of her school came to our house. Mother was dressed to kill, in a see-through saree and was talking to him intimately. They both went to the bed room and I was asked to stay in the hall to keep watch. I went around the house and positioned at the bed room window peeping through the curtains. Both of them were.