....there was no charity. There would be an auction, but we would be sold not as dates, but as slaves, as toys for the highest bidder! The old hotel...that was serving as the auction center had rooms set up just for this pupose. I would learn about all this only after it was too late. A girl named Tricia was first. She was cute with short blonde hair and a long formal dress. She walked the stage first and then stopped in the center as her auction began. She was sold for two thousand. ”Your uncle hired me. You have no say young man.”“Ingrid if I see you again I will beat you with that fucking crop” I coldly promised her.She narrowed her eyes, taking my measure for a a physical confrontation.She closed her bag and smiled. “I shall contact your uncle and inform him of your actions.”She left.Leah came in the room and hugged me from behind. “She was getting worse and worse. I am glad she is gone. I can do all the routines she taught me, I didn’t need her anymore.”She continued.. But, It made me more open to try new things- When I’m high, I could really have naughty fantasies in my mind involving different person close to me today or ftom former relationship of mines- When you saying close person , are you meaning friends, family members...- Yes- Uncles I know you have a crunch on me I saw the way you were looking to me, you are an handsome man and feeling I could disturb you make me proud - During the time she was speaking, I strart to play with my cock and unzipping. I just hoped Paul wasn't planning to sit me down for all three games of the series.If this Potter kid lucked into a couple of base hits, I might be catching splinters in my butt the rest of the week.I resolved to watch the game with complete attention, leaving my private troubles out of the equation altogether. I wasn't entirely able to keep Juniper out of my thoughts, but the effort proved reasonably successful.In the eighth inning, Paul called upon me to pinch hit and I singled to bring in.