Dazhawn turned to Latoya. “Latoya, haven’t you always fantasized being naked on an auction block before a room full of Black men knowing that afte... the auction you will belong to one of them?”Latoya hesitated. It was a fantasy of hers. The idea of being sold as a slave to a group of Black men always made her pussy wet. She knew that her white pussy would be dripping when she was on the auction block. “Yes Daddy. I’ve always fantasized about being sold as a slave. It will be so exciting.”Latoya. I hated stopping, but I had to catch my bearings. I felt his hands gently slide through my hair; he told me how amazing my mouth felt on him and that he'd never felt anything so good. That was all the encouragement I needed.I attacked his cock with even more fervor than before. I wanted to make him cum, and I would pull out ever weapon in my cocksucking arsenal to do it. I covered the head of his cock with my saliva and quickly stroked it, my fingers sliding across the sensitive underside of. As he is dishing up the food, he hears a sound that causes him to turn around. She is exiting the tent; gloriously silhouetted by the crimson hues of the rising morning sun. He is unable to make out any of her features save the sensuous curves of her delightful hips and firm, pert breasts.As she exits the tent, he calls to her; “Hungry?” “Breakfast is ready” “I was hoping to have it ready before you woke up and bring it to you in bed.”She walks over to the tall oak tree standing alone by. They looked out of this world in their wedding dresses. They packed their dresses in suitable suits and returned to the Hilton for lunch. They made plans for Thursday. Suzanne would stay overnight with Helena and dress there. Helena would take the dresses home and place in the 2nd bedroom. As Helena requested Suzanne to come to the board meeting on Wednesday.Julie mentioned Janet and herself would like to take the girls out on Wednesday night for a hen party at the Twin Towns Services Club to.