“I think you like this.” She was teasing me. She’d been saying she wanted to try going down on me for about six months and I'd been putting her ...ff. We had my parents house to ourselves all weekend. After our first night, waking up next to her and fantasizing about her, I was ready. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her sexy butt in her cute PJs all morning, her poky nipples pushing out through the cami top. I actually touched myself a little under the table while we were eating breakfast thinking. I took his hand and guided it to my panty covered penis. He began to rub it gently, through my panties. As he did this, he also started licking and suckling my breasts. I was barely able to stand, gasping and moaning, I reached down to 'return the favor'. I got my hand in his pants and felt that he was already rock hard and straining against his jeans. At this, he reached into my panties with one hand, continuing to stroke my penis, and began to pull my panties off with the other. I opened his. She was mature for a slave, her body in good shape despite being draped in that silly sack of a dress. Her breasts were firm, perhaps a bit small but just fine. I made a note to examine them later along with other parts of her body, to carefully examine and touch her.She was chained as was customary for these slave auctions, her hands cuffed in front and her neck collared with a chain secured to the post. No, she was going no where except to the highest bidder.The handler was already pulling. I laughed. Ofcourse. I almost don't remember how I got by during this age of theinternet."Too bad I only have 2 weeks," I whispered to myself. "Or else I'dtotally create my own Google or Facebook."I found a shortcut on the browser's toolbar for Yahoo!. Before I couldclick that I got an IM from Ron."How'd it go?" I passed!" I typed."Awesome," he responded.I was started to feel tired and drained. My eyes, heavy. I decided thatI've done all that I set out to do this evening."g2g. I can talk about.