There was no one to share the news with.I kept waiting to hear from Bridget or Delilah, but I hadn't heard a thing during that first two week period t...ey'd been gone. I'd been waiting for one of them to either call or come over, and then I was going to ask them if they wanted to go on the Vegas trip with me to use those Seinfeld tickets. I could have called them, I guess, but I didn't want to seem like I was chasing after them.I made a great deal sometime during the third week after the girls. One, a Mistress with several slaves at her side seemed entranced by her breasts.She regularly sucked milk from the breast of one of her slaves as she contemplatedthe human cow for sale. The other, a Master, had a slave at his side who couldhave been her twin. It seemed he was looking to make a matched set. Finally, she heard the auctioneer yell ?sold to Master Paul!? The winningbid had been $5200. An attendant came and led her off the stage to her newMaster. He seemed pleased with her but was. I couldn’t bite my way through, that would not only be cheating, but painful for my metaphorical candy. She was breathing heavily and unevenly, her hips twitching and gyrating as she let herself enjoy my efforts at her pussy. She released my hand and took my head in both of hers. I took it as a good sign that she let go of my hand. It meant that she was comfortable enough to let go, and I was doing a good enough job that she wanted to teach me. Wrapping my arms around the legs on either side of. Normally I wouldn't care about such things. Why was I worrying so now? To my relief I seemed to glide up onto the stool with grace."No," Cole retorted, "Maybe five or ten minutes, traffic was lighter than I expected. You are right on time sweetie." Taken aback by him calling me sweetie I noticed that he didn't seem shocked that he used that term of endearment."Good, I was a bit worried my watch was wrong." I laughed a bit and looked up into his face. He had high, strong cheek bones and his face.