It was the lowest ebb of my degradation. I felt, below my bare feet, thewarm wood of the auction block, no doubt worn smooth by the feet ofcountless o...her slaves. In my misery, I was ashamed to look up, yet I wasaware of the men appraising me, some even licking their lips. Most hadalready appraised me in the morning's pre-sale examination, prodding mylimbs, examining my teeth, even squeezing my breasts and trying to probemy intimate parts with their fingers to check the auctioneer's. “Right girls. Who would like to find out what is beneath this loincloth?” The Dominatrix asks, pointing to Ben tied to the pole. “Come on ladies, don’t be shy, it could be your lucky evening.”It is quiet for what seems like ages and then this young girl steps forward from a cubicle to the right of the stage, where she has been watching the show with an older man, “A Sugar Daddy?” Tom wonders, and another young couple. She is only 19, about 5 8, with a figure to give you a hard on, even though. Aur capri utrne laga.wo darrrr gayi thi aur roney lagi.mujhe parwah nahi thi.maine uski black panty b utar di.maine ek do baar ungli maari to wo chillane lagi.maine ungli nikal li.mujhe chtna bilkul atcha ni lagta tha to maine uske hoto pe hoth rakkhe aur bobe dabane laga.fir ek hathSe lund pakda aur hatka halkaa pussi pe ragadne laga wo lagatar ro rahi thi.maine der na karte hue ek jordar dhakka diya.mera aadha lund ghus gaya.uski chut bilkul nayi thi jis se mujhe b dard hua aur wo to dard k. "Always ready," I said, shaking the kinks out of my right arm and rotating my hips. I did a couple of knee bends out of habit and wished I had not.He whistled shrilly, waved his big glove toward the dugout and then said. "You got the next three innings."When the time came, I stepped carefully across the foul line, which some smart guys were now calling the fair line, pulled my bright hat down tight and made my way to the mound, getting everything else shut away from my head. When I thought.