I heard another slave enter, mumble some things and then leave.Master shifted her position so that she was by my hips and pulled me up onto my side a ...it. It hurt my shoulders, but I didn’t complain.With one hand, covered in something oily, she began to stroke my shaft. The other hand stroked my ass for a few moments. I began to moan from her efforts.“Do you enjoy this, slave?”“Yes master!”I’d been teased all day. I was desperate to come. I held myself in rigid control though. I knew bucking. With her legs spread hecouldn't get them all the way down but it was enough. His left arm wrapped under her thigh and overthe top allowing him to stroke her slit. She'd shaved a tiny landing strip and he was teasing the curlswithout actually applying pressure. Her whimper slipped out, pleading. His right hand had wascupping her pert ass cheek as the left grew bolder. She was so wet and his thumb was slick with herarousal. Guiding his thumb down one side of her puffy lips, he gently probed the. Cumming as he'd never come before, he offloaded the juice from his balls into his mother's mouth. His own mother's mouth. No matter how many times he told himself, it still seemed a dream.Jennifer on the other hand, even though she felt as if dreaming, revelled in feeling her son's spunk splashing against her tongue, and feeling it blast with power against the roof of her mouth. She would never have imagined she would be taking her own son's jizz into her mouth and having her thumb up his butt.. The old men looking with interest, bidding vigorously while youths simply ogled her and called obscenities, enjoying and expanding on the auctioneer’s salacious descriptions of her every feature. "A tasty morsel! This one is young, just the thing to bring an old man's rod to stiff attention! Look at these breasts! Magnificent, no? Still a virgin! I have examined her myself, trust a barbarian to leave such a ripe peach un-plucked. You may train her as you wish. What am I bid?" She tried to tune.