Every body-type of woman imaginable was on display. Rail thin 90s heroine chic-types who were often sold to black men with gigantic cocks, they got of... on being able to see their dicks moving inside the girls. Some of the girls had bodies that barely looked thirteen. Others looked like 50s pinups, and there were girls so fat they couldn’t even see their own pussy mound. Buyers had 2 hours prior to the auction to view the girls for sale. They were kept in glass walled rooms where potential. " Marcie said, "Kevin isn't like that. I know he will be faithful." Her mother said, "If he is faithful he has nothing to worryabout. You will be the only one to see him in his underwear. Sothere is no question about what he should be wearing. If you don'tdo something about it, I will!" Marcie changed the subject and her mother calmed down. Everythingwas going great again. The next night was the wedding rehearsal.Marcie didn't see her mother take Kevin aside. Her mother said, "Kevin there's. I was just sitting there for a few minutes, masturbating at her request while not peeking over my shoulder to try and see her, when out of nowhere her deliciously soft breasts are in my face. She wasn't fully topless, she just unbuttoned her corset a bit and smothered me with her cleavage while I kissed. Eventually she stood up and walked over me, occasionally bending down and hovering her ass over my face giving me a fucking amazing view. When she noticed how turned on I got when she stepped. Her hands were like steel feathers kneading sore muscles and soothing abused joints. Mark's hands were those of a lover; Kiki's were those of a healer. But, Debbie thought, maybe a little more.Never in her entire life had Debbie really thought of other women in sexual terms. She could appreciate another's beauty and admire a well-formed body but it was always men who pushed her buttons. It was men who could take her, dominate her and give her the burn of sexual desire. Yet ever since the night.