All I can hear are zipping and unzipping from behind the door. I gently tap."How are we doing?" Nearly there" says Halina. The door opens and out she ...teps looking radiant! She is wearing a long blackelegant Ball dress slit down one leg and cut very very low. There is everypossible danger one of her boobs would fall out if she lent forward and theicing on the cake, long elbow length black Opera Gloves. Wonderful!"Just need to put my shoes on and we can go." Halina is climbing into a pair of. I always felt a little guilty about that but he liked doing it for me and I couldn’t refuse without offending him. I thing he felt he should be doing more for me but just didn’t have the time. The summer before I joined the military he got me a job down at Manhattan Beach and I turned from a redheaded Irish kid into a brown skinned Italian by the end of the summer. It was basically just picking up trash because the lifeguard jobs were all staffed by these older fucks that were into body. "Fuck me," I said softly, looking directly into his eyes, which suddenly opened wide in surprise. It took him a few seconds to process my words, then he quickly went into action. Rising up, he took hold of his hard cock and placed it in my slit as I spread my legs as wide as I could. Finding my hole, he placed his rod at the entrance and his hands on either side of me as he leaned in and pushed with his hips, slipping his cock into me. His breath rushed out of him, as well as a moan. I moaned. I couldn’t help swiveling around to eye the bidders; I knew some of them from our local group, but there were a few handsome strangers, too. One of them, a dark-haired man from National was gazing at me steadily. I wiggled a little; I was starting to cream in my panties.Abruptly, the man raised his paddle. “I bid $2,000 for Ms. Carla Blair.” There was an abrupt silence at the steep rise in price. I felt a little like Scarlett at the Atlanta ball, and he did look a bit like Rhett Butler, right.