What I heard back was, yes this was real, and did I want to attend? I knew this particular couple was kinky but a slave action they could invite me to... OK. So I asked for an invite and told the salesman I was already attending.Definitely don't want to owe that guy anything.So on a grey Saturday afternoon I took my Lincoln out of the barn where I keep my seldom driven vehicles and off I went for dinner and an auction.At $1000.00 a plate the food better be frigging awesome. The address wasn't. Roman walked from the majestic big house where his owners lived to the slave quarters. He searched without seeming obvious for Fred. Born just a week apart, it was decided by the Colberts that the two boys should be playmates. At some predefined moment it seemed that Fred was no longer welcome in the house. No matter how much the other house slaves of Marjorie talked negatively about the more brusquely Fred, Roman was still dedicated fiercely to him. When the other field hands teased Roman for. ..and then I sat there and waited. there was a light knock on the door about 40 minutes later...she was wearing super tight blue jeans that were very form fitting... A leather jacket that was too small for her and fuzzy boots. She stepped through the door and as soon as she closed it and hit that lock, the jacket dropped showing me her tiny but beautiful little tits. I kicked my shoes off followed by my pants and my shirt. I wasn't fucking around. I walked over to her put both of my hands on. I never met a woman with such control over her cunt. I was exciting and frustrating at any given moment. But patience ruled and I felt myself slip in the last few inches. I could still hear Sandy just underneath us noisily slurping away on Maya's clit, which I could only assume would be totally engorged by this time but as my own experience has shown me a woman's body is a mysterious organism that is not open to generalizations and what gets one off might have no effect on another. One's.