Sara looked shocked. “Don’t want to spoil the make up, do we?”Another woman came and took hold of the leash, walking Sara out to the back of a c...rtain. She could hear people talking but faintly, then the curtain opened and Sara started her new life as a slave girl.The spotlights were on her so she could not see much of what happened. She was amazed when she heard Estelle state a hundred thousand bid. Wow, fifty thousand for one night.Sara could not really follow what was happening but the woman. About all I could manage was to throw out the trash. Anything more and I would be puking my guts out.Anyway, I gathered all the clothes, separated the whites, and started my first load of laundry.Oh.The gentle whooshing and rocking of the warm machine was so comforting. I could just stay there all day long.But Julia had mentioned vacuuming specifically and had actually brought a new machine for me to use. It took a couple more hours to pick up the place and put everything back where it was. I could feel goose pimples all over my body, when his fingers travelled over my spongy & fleshy boobs, nipples getting hard (visible over the thin shirt I was wearing). He stopped for a second and asked if I was OK. I nodded my head meekly, while he explored more of me.His palms were wet and his body already very warm. I felt his hands going under my shirt, caressing my smooth skin on the tummy and chest. I felt tickled and tried to stop him, but he pulled his hands out and started unbuttoning. Whipping out a pair of scissors, Laura cut off his robe so that she could examine his body for broken bones and bruising. Running her hands over his body, he groaned and opened his eyes. Twin visions of Laura moving started to make him to his stomach. Feeling as if he were about to throw up again, he said, “I feel sick.”“Were you hit by a car?”“No. I feel sick,” Oscar answered with another groan. He closed his eyes to block out the double vision. Her voice grated with an unnatural echo. It was.