Just ninety or so towns full of women who needed my help.Sobered considerably by that thought, I took another look at thetownsfolk around me. They cam... in all shapes and sizes. I saw a lady wholooked to be part frog, for example, talking to a woman who lookedmostly human except for some spikes. I saw another woman with wolf earsand a tail, kissing a girl covered in wool. There was even a bee girl,running a flowerstand. She seemed to be trying to sell roses to a ladywho looked to be part. He was pulling her up, crushing her to him, snogging her- they’re mouths hungry for each other. Before she knew it he had spun her around, bending her over the small table in the corner, and was ripping off her tiny lace thong. His fingers spreading her wet swollen pussy lips, he slammed into her and she screamed in ecstasy. His hand moved up her back, taking a fistful of her hair, pulling her head back- causing her to arch her back. He was fucking her hard, using her firm young body for his. I thought "How continental" but then he said, "It is such a pleasure to see you again my dear. Please enjoy the meal that I have selected for both of you."After he left I asked Mandi, "Do I know that gentleman? I don't recall ever meeting him." No, my dear, I doubt if you recognize him. He is always present at our parties and last weekend was no different." Oh my god! I am mortified! How many times is that going to happen to me? Is every pervert in town going to walk up and say it's nice to see. Everybody gathers round the crate. The man in charge says "you all know why you're here, in this crate is a real living sex doll, which will do whatever you tell her to!" "We are going to start the bids at £50 for a blow job!" he added.Two guys stepped forward; the first man says "I offer £50!"The second says "I will raise that to £55!"The bidding war continues until the second man offers £100, no further bids are heard and the winning guy writes a cheque and is shown which slide to open..