I was too worn out, after fucking her three times running. She said she was going to, though." After me, she will," Regina said. "I'm going to get at ...east one cherry from my own son."And with that, she twisted out from under him, snapped his stiff cock from the clasp of her pussy with a practiced roll of her ass, and urged him over onto his back."There, baby. Just lie there and relax while your mother takes care of you with some nice oral sex."He said, "Shouldn't I wipe off, or something?" No. The process repeated itself over and over and the air grew more and more excited as the remaining people saw the winners leaving with their spoils and envied them. Barely awake, recently purchased slaves stumbled out, supported by their new owners, covered in white cloaks to cover their naked forms. A trio of red headed young men went to a portly man, the lavender-haired girl who had bumped her forehead was whisked away by a stern-looking older woman, and they steadily began to leave, none left. Bobby, get us something to drink, and then set your arse down on that chair.I don’t want you to miss the show, but I don’t want to hear a peep out of you.”.Robert nodded, got some cokes and beers out of the fridge, took them to the rather unwelcome visitors in the living room, and sat down, hoping this nightmare would end very soon...In the meantime one of the girls, a thin blonde with heaps of mascara on called Sharon, had taken off Ann’s silk blouse, twirling the garment giggling above her. He introduced himself in heavily accented English. He was kind of cute in a Euro-trash sort of way. ‘Why put all my eggs in one basket?’ she thought to herself and decided to try flirting with him. ‘So you’re French, huh? The language of love!’ Annie threw in a little smile. ‘Yes.’ He replied in French. ‘Do you speak my language?’ Annie had grown up in three French-speaking African countries. Her mother was a middle-level ambassador who was fluent, and Annie had been bilingual in English and.