A shitload of hands went up. "How many of your wives are over there on the auction block?" That got similar numbers -- which made it a poor selection ...riterion. "How many of them aren't here at all?" That got a smattering -- maybe twenty. "Walk away, boys," she told them. "How many of you REALLY want your old lady with you if you can swing it?" Maybe sixty percent of the previous pool raised their hands. "How many don't?" The forty percent answered. "You that don't can hit the bricks, too -- no. I positioned myself between her legs and took in her pretty, shaved pussy. Her lips were protruding left and right, open to me like a blossom. A trickle of clear lube dripped down towards her butt hole. I leaned down and licked it off, tasting my first vagina as I licked upwards. Her flavor was rich and musky. I luvved it. "Mmmmmmmm," I purred as I munched gently on her labia with my lips. She moaned softly, shifting in the sheets. She began to play with her boobs while I pleasured her with my. Tom responded by leaning over and grabbing the bound girl's breasts, squeezing as he thrust. She moaned loudly, and Jess was worried that Mel would cum too soon. Jess forced Tom's hands to her hips and moaned, "Fuck me, Tom." Tom started thrusting faster, and Jess could feel the pressure building in her. "Fuck me, fuck me!" She repeated, louder and louder until she was yelling. Tom grunted as he pounded his cock into her, and Jess screamed as her third orgasm struck her. She collapsed on top of. I was embarrassed by his attention andblushed and looked downward. I was used to men looking at me but not withthe sort of intense scrutiny of Derek. I felt I was being assessed as tomy value in a clinical way, not so much as a sex object, but as apossession that could be owned and traded.The waiter served Helen and I our poached eggs on toast but the lastthing I wanted to do was pick up a fork and eat. The two of them seemedto whisper together but I couldn't hear what they were saying as the.