The head of my cock caught on the elastic and then, when it came free, the whole thing plopped down on my midriff and made a slapping noise. And Donna...stared at my now, almost, completely erect cock. Long and thick and still swelling.I swear she whispered, "Wow!" And then she grasped the base of the shaft in her hand, her finger and thumb unable to meet. And she turned her hand around it, this way and that, and squeezed now and then. And then she grasped higher up with her other hand and moved. ‘A freshman,’ she replied, ‘How old are you, Chris, if you don’t mind my asking, that is.’ ‘Not at all,’ I chuckled, ‘I’m twenty, but I worked for a couple of years after high school, because I wanted to make enough money so that I wouldn’t be broke when I got here.’ ‘That sounds like a pretty smart thing to do,’ she grinned, ‘And I can really understand about the being broke part, too, that’s why I’m here on an academic scholarship.’ ‘That means that you’re very smart,’ I smiled, making her. A girl on her knees scrubbing the floor, or making beds or serving food was fair game to them.But other men made comments that suggested they were looking for women to staff their brothels. She hoped and prayed that she’d be purchased as a house slave or at worse a field slave.The sale began. The first slave mounted the stage and the line moved down one position.The auctioneer’s assistants held the slave and turned him while the auctioneer gave a standard spiel.?Elderly male, used to be a free. Bastard. Jason was a fucking bastard for tormenting me in this way.I finally had the call I wanted with Claire about thirty minutes later that Friday morning, when I saw my phone screen light up with the text ‘Claire’. I was like a child at Christmas as with a shaking finger I pressed the green ‘Accept’ button. I’d wanted to seem calm and cool on the previous call, but I couldn’t hide my excitement as I heard Claire’s voice and looked at the beautiful and excited face of the woman who had.