The auctioneer looked to the couple, then the professional in the corner.“Sir? The bid stands at four hundred thousand. Four twenty-five then?”The...professional glanced in my direction, and then shook his head. I saw Melora smile slightly.“Four hundred thousand then. Four hundred thousand. Any more bids? Selling now then at four hundred thousand,” the auctioneer pointed to me, indicating I had the current bid, ”Last chance, once, twice and sold to you sir.”Again the auctioneer whispered in. I didn’t care about my dignity or being embarrassed as I was about to leak a tsunami into my layers. After an eternity, I made it into a cubicle. I took off my snow jacket and there I was wearing the most difficult layers and bursting to pee. I didn’t even know how to approach this challenge, I just stood still, crossed my legs as tightly as I can.I hung the jacket and took my snow pants and put them on the hooks. I began to unbutton my jumpsuit but my hands were shaking so badly.. Uncle Mike really let me have it next almost forgetting that this was his love-able precious niece WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK. He put the hair brush aside and as I lay across his knee he gently caressed my swollen well beaten bottom and as he did I could feel his fully erect cock pushing against the side of my thigh. I lifted myself up to sit on his lap as we usually do but this time I straddled his hips and sat down right on top of his cock. Mike tried to get me to move but I put my arms. As shot after shot of water blasted her the dry gulal powder got washed away and soon her breasts were back in full evidence. She ran to the other end of the house, where the bathing area was. Partially to run away from Yogesh, but also to run away from anyone who might see her breasts. They were now completely visible and the perked up and erect nipples were no help in concealing them either. There were more tubs of water organized there and this was the area where the household staff too.