I might have been livid even a week ago. That wasn’t the agreement and he wasn’t the trainer I chose. However, I also agreed to let Master Mike lo...n me out. What little make-up I had on last night had long since been ruined.I was bound ass up, sweaty, and there was grit caked between my ass-cheeks. The auctioneer had chosen me last night as his “payment” for working the gate and being a Master of Ceremonies.I was relieved and a little flattered. I had seen some of the ponies on stage get. Sold!But this is your first time in a gay scene that isn’t made up of the young twink crowd. You feel a little like maybe you’re in the wrong place. Slim and fair, though you’re no flaming queer, you’re not the guy from the ad, either. He looked like he was from the cover of Construction Worker Weekly, or something. You look like you belong on the cover of a college application brochure. Sort of ‘young college kid done good.’ That you’d rather be sucking cock or spreading your legs doesn’t. We'll start an account for you on Monday with the 300. It'll be the beginning of your new life, OK? It has nothing to do with what we're doing here." "OK, Daddy, I understand." And we returned to our passion. I slid my left hand down around her ass and slid a finger along her mons. She was beginning to leak through. I increased the pressure and slid up and down again parting her outer lips and feeling the cream within. "Oooo, Princess, you're so wet. Aren't you the naughty girl?" "Yes, Daddy,. To mujha ahsas huva ka maree batee jawan ho rahi hai, jab ghar a kar maina apni bate ko ghour sa dekha to us ki choocheyan kafi baree ho gaeen theen, or is ki half skirt jo bohat tight thee, us main sa gand chum chum hilte nazar ate thee, bohat bhara huva jisam ho gaya tha mare bati ka. Maina note keya tha jawani ki maste us main sa jhalak rahi thee. Aik din mujha us ka room sa us ka friend ka aik bohat he ghatya letter mila, jis main bohat gandee gandee batain likhee hue theen jisa dakh kar.