We sat down facing each other, and some sandwiches and coffee. He was again looking at my cleavage, and I didn’t know how to react to it. “You dad...is seeing someone?” I asked. “Yes, some woman named Riley,” Scott replied, “And you? You didn’t marry again?” “No,” I replied. After a cup of coffee with me, Scott left to meet the photographer that he was going to assist. He came back a little late in the evening. I was watching T.V, but turned it off when Scott came in. He told me that he had to. Taylor is sold for $350.”Taylor had been bought by David, a handsome, well-dressed young man with long black hair swept behind his ears. But as soon as he helped her down from the stage, two guys who hadn’t even bid on Taylor grabbed her. One put her in quick full nelson, and the other began slapping her tits, so her breasts bounced back and forth.“Hey guys,” David said. “Hands off. You want a girl, make a bid.” The guy who had been slapping Taylor’s tits looked over at him. “I don’t mean. She was in my bed just in her inners.I was feeling her smooth thighs and her amazing butt cheeks although her lower part of the leg had some body hair. It seemed like she used to shave but hadn’t in the last few weeks. However, her thighs were smooth as silk.I was now putting my hand inside her panties and feeling her butt. This time, I somehow suddenly removed her panty in one go. This all happened while I was trying to bring her to the other side of the bed.She was not onto me. She wasn’t. I said I was uncomfortable with that - and I was. I wasn't really up for what I was beginning to suspect was a gay encounter. Anyway, he got a huge stash of Magazines out - 80's glamour mags, my favourites, Razzle, Escort etc, loads of nice undies on show. We both agreed they were great, and I was starting to feel horny as he poured me another drink. Then he threw down another few mags - German I think they were, a lot of the pics in black and white, and he told me these were his favourites. My.