She was mature for a slave, her body in good shape despite being draped in that silly sack of a dress. Her breasts were firm, perhaps a bit small but ...ust fine. I made a note to examine them later along with other parts of her body, to carefully examine and touch her.She was chained as was customary for these slave auctions, her hands cuffed in front and her neck collared with a chain secured to the post. No, she was going no where except to the highest bidder.The handler was already pulling. We met later for lunch and then skied together a bit more until Sheri decided she had enough. She headed into the bar, while I took a few more runs before calling it a day.Sheri had gotten a head start at the bar, but we still had over an hour to kill. We made good use of the time, leaving Sheri a little tipsy and me wishing we’d brought something to drink for the bus.When the bus arrived, Sheri went in to find us a seat while I loaded our skies. When I got on, it looked like Sheri had pretty. She did not notice Johanna standing there, instead rushing off into the arms of a valkrie, who Johanna guessed was her room mate. Rumour had it was that the valkrie girl was butch and that the 'maid' was bi. The way they hugged seemed to confirm this.Johanna turned back towards the pantry. The frat president had ducked a drunken right jab thrown by the boyfriend, Johanna could not help giggling at the shrinking but still damp cock bobbing up and down as the two guys seemed to dance briefly. The. He tighten up and glanced over his shoulder. I quickly said '...sorry, I just got excited...' He smiled slightly and said no problem, I think you mean what you said...' Steve turned round allowing the shower to rinse the soap from his body, I took hold of Steve's man hood and gently stroked it in my hand as Steve stood with his back to the shower faucet. I looked Steve in the eyes as I lowered my lips to his chest and kissed his nipples. Steve raised his left hand and caressed my head as I.