Her rather weighty figure strained at the strategic points of her bust, her waist and her hips, the long black dress she wore. The dress was sleeveles... and her flabby upper arms were apparent and indicated a general condition of obesity. Her features were hard and uncompromising, and her black hair mirrored the deep black of her eyes, as shecarefully examined Becca."I shall look forward to seeing more of this fine young thing, when she has become more accustomed to the ways and customs of. I have my own slaves to sell. I wasmerely comparing quality." Ahh yes," I wondered. "So your's are that new group closer to theharbor? I see you have some exotic red haired women. And fair skinnedtoo! You should get a good price for them." I hope so. You are the owner of these? You are selling them?" I pointedto the slaves."Yes, I had them from the supplier about a week back. I get a freshbatch every few months from him." Where are they from originally?" I am not sure. The trader keeps his. "Oh fuck, you're a good slut. Just coming in here for the first time, getting fucked and used in a back room mmmmm, fuck I love it," he grunted and groaned out in pleasure, thrusting over and over in my throat.I felt so fucking hot and dirty, because he was right, I was being a nasty whore to some stranger in a store I just met, but I loved it."You wanna lick my balls and ass now? You'll get me so fucking hard if you do," he asked, as if he needed to convince me.I didn't say a word, and went. His arms went round her bare waist, and pressed her against him. She felt his erection as it pushed the towel outwards.She broke from him and walked away towards the bedroom, her hips swaying. She glanced over her shoulder."Coming?" she asked. He followed, the bulge in his towel pointing the way.She reached behind her and unsnapped her bra, letting it fall forward and off her breasts. Then she slid the wispy pants down her thighs, kicked off her high heeled boots, and climbed onto the bed,.