As I did he let his hands rub over my skin. I heard him gasp and said, beautiful as he ran his hands over my butt. Spread your legs, he said softly. H... ran his hands down the outside of my legs, then up the inner side. My heart beat faster and my breathing quickened. I could feel my little dick coming to life. Reaching the lower side of my butt he moved his fingers to the crack of my butt. Sliding his fingers up, he spread my cheeks. I felt his breath on my butt as he leaned forward. He kissed. Lazily, I walk down the strip mall, caring little about the latest fashion on display. What interests me far more is finding the few passers-by that are not absorbed by compensating their mental voids with ephemeral, cheap material possessions and pretentious status symbols. Granted, I give a poor target for a consumption-oriented free-market economy. This thought of outrageous rebellion against the establishment puts a faint yet self-content smirk on my tired face.Scanning the crowd, I barely. Her collar was attached to a leach that tied around one of the pillars. While she was one of many in a similar fashion, she sparkled in comparison. “What area is that?” I asked a man passing out martinis.“The exhibition area. They’re about to start an auction for a live show.”I snapped my fingers at the brunette I had with me and she dropped to her knees in silent submission. My legs took me to the table, and within minutes I had registered for the silent bid.Rose was fourth to be called. I. There I lay, almost naked on a strange kitchen table, my cock standing right up, still catching my breath from sucking his lovely cock. I heard how he took of his pants and walked to a cupboard. He took something out of the cupboard. It was a videocamera and some sort of white tube. He placed the videocamera on the counter right in front of me, pressed record and only a few seconds later I felt his fingers pulling down my underpants to my knees. After that I waited for 10 seconds and again felt.