That Sunday I got out of bed some time around noon and if it was not for how sore I was I would had thought it to be a dream. So I got up and got in ...he shower then went out in to living room to find Mike watching the DVD of the me and the guy's he shoot. I sat next to him on the couch and he said he loved me . And love seeing me be the team slut . What could I say there is was on the 60 inch TV on my hand's and knees with a black guy behind me and a white guy in front. Mike looks at me and. I got an idea. I checked the Collector’s Exchange, an auction site, for any back issues of Casanova. The good news was that there was a copy of my issue available. (I knew it was mine because I recognized the other CIT student on the cover.) I put a $50 bid on it. The bad news was that Ginny, a woman from one of the other schools in the conference, had become a very famous actress. The bid went up many times, mostly between me and a bidder named atm1965. Within an hour I had bid $375. Anything. Shoes got higher and more provocative. I wore high-heeled boots for the first time because of Stefan. Denim started to play a bigger role in my wardrobe: cut-offs and short shorts, denim mini-skirts and tight skinny jeans. He got me four long luxurious new wigs: two blonde ones, a brunette one and a new black-haired one.And our sexual contact and behaviour changed over time. The second time he fucked my ass it was almost as uncomfortable and painful as the first, but after that it got easier.. . NOTHING! The damned thingwouldn't start! I popped the hood, lifted it and looked inside. Not thatI could do anything, I wouldn't know a carbeurator from a fluxcapicitor!I stood there in total panic! I didn't have the money for a tow, oreven a cab home, living 35 miles away. Then a very masculine voice said"Having problems honey?" I jumped in surprise, but recognized the voiceas one of the regulars of the ABS, Steve, a man I had often had thepleasure of blowing."Let me have a look," he said.