The guy I recognized was in front of him, leaning down face to face with the man in the suit, his fist still raised. The man on his left was standing ...ack, arms folded across his chest, smirking.The guy on his right however noticed me, his hand starting to go into his coat.Not wanting him to have time to come up with a weapon, I opted for power over finesse. Putting all of my enhanced strength behind it, I punched as hard as I could into his chest, just below the sternum.I felt something give,. She was wearing a button down blue tank dress. Her bare arms looked tan. She had bright red lipstick on, and dangling gold hoop earings. Sitting on the floor by her feet, I could see that she had on sheer white stockings. I had no idea what she was wearing under her dress yet, but I intended to find out soon enough.It is not important how we met, or how we got into this situation. Sitting in her large living room, the only thing that mattered was what was about to happen. She had never had a. He pushed her hands away and reached down and covered her breasts with his hands. He seemed to have trouble getting a grip as he rolled them around and pushed her breasts left and right and up and down. The man’s penis grew longer, poking out directly in front of Cindy’s face. ‘”Oh,” said the man. “But now my bottom is exposed. Perhaps if you cover it with your hands.”"Good idea,” said Cindy. She reached forward and put her hands on either side of his bottom. His penis pressed against her face.. "He was quickly released from his bonds and led back out of the hall and to a large pavilion like structure a block from the hall. He was quickly handed over to the Mistress of Slaves and placed in a viewing cubicle, his arms and legs spread-eagled and a metal harness holding his mouth open for inspection. He closed his eyes to the poking and prodding by the many people who came by looking for slaves. His arms and legs ached after a time, and soon he found his cubicle rotating to place him on.