“Mr. Thompson has 375. Who will give me 400?” Mr. Chan looked down. He was thinking. He did not raise his finger. “Mr. Thompson has 375. Who wil... give me 400?” Mr. Rollins, said “400”“400 to Mr. Rollins. Do I hear 425? 400 to Mr. Rollins. Going once….. Going twice…. Patricia in the Sex Sling sold to Mr. Rollins for 400!” Hiro walked over to me and slipped the leash into the O ring on my collar. Looking over at the black man, Hiro said, “Mr. Rollins, it’s your choice what Patricia wears or does. Before I knew it she sat on the edge of the bed cupping my balls as she slavered over my erect cock trying to get as much of it into her mouth as she possibly could. She greedily sucked on the first signs of precum as I managed to get my shirt and the rest of clothing off. Now fully naked I lay on the bed as Sandra slowly removed her clothing. Her small boobs did have large, now erect nipples which she pinched as she gave a little shimmer of pleasure. She climbed onto me and impaled herself on. She felt her heart leap in her chest. He was still blond, still gorgeous, but gone was the boy she loved, in his place was a man. She tried to concentrate on the words being spoken and on the hymns being sung, but all she could do was imagine the reunion she would have with Richie. When the service was over, she quickly left the building and waited for him to come out. Beccah stood under the sugar maple tree with its new spring green leaves, trying to be inconspicuous. A few of the members. Hannigan motioned Tamara to the back and climbed into the front passenger side.Petra pulled off slowly and turned down a dirt road not far away. Hannigan said, “Any more news of Bridgewater?”“Some. He is in Italy. Genoa, we think.”Tamara asked, “Who is we?”Petra laughed but didn’t answer the question. “He won’t be there long. No idea where he is going next, but I can get you closer to Genoa.”The windows were down and the breeze was a loud whoosh in Tamara’s ears. Hannigan practically shouted,.