“Wait, don’t touch it” he ordered.Spencer looked around the room for a moment and spotted a pencil on her nightstand. He picked it up and moved ...oward the envelope.“Annie, move out into the hallway.” he said.“What?”“Go and stay around the corner until I call you.”“What, are you insane, you act like you think that thing is a bomb.”“Annie, I do. Get out, now.”She slowly backed out of her room. Moving just around the corner so she could watch, Spencer was using the pencil to do things to the. She took one of my nipples and squeezed and tweaked it firmly. The feeling was like a sharp twinge that went through my breast and into past the very core. The hurt mingled with the more mellow temblors that were starting to make me shake all over again. ‘These are so nice. Rock hard. You are all nipple, girl,’ she said just before she slipped the clip on. For a brief moment, the sharp, burning pinch from the clamp on my hard and tightened nipple eclipsed the other sensations blurring inside. He said there would be stock worthy of exchanging my cow for but so far tonight I have seen nothing and my cow was by far the best specimen that he had sold for months. He says not to worry, there's one more lot to be shown and he promises that I'll like what I see. There is a buzz around the arena as the buyers realise there is another lot on the way. The tension is mounting and I wonder whether it is worth hanging around. Then the lights are lowered and the audience realise that they are. "We had best get these whores cleaned up and looking the part," said Samantha. She pulled at the tattered remains of Mary's Jodhpurs. They had been ripped in Matthew's initial assault on Mary's pussy."Take her boots off, and that filthy halter-top," Samantha said. "I'll get the twins to take the women one at a time to our bathroom in the farmhouse. Get them washed and shampooed. Find something for them to wear. Pip tells me my friend Mary has some sexy underwear in the Manse. He might have to.