Everything was falling into place.Ever since that afternoon in the auditorium, I had been dying to see her. Anything would do for me. I wanted to hold...her, kiss her, just be with her. Finally, I would have my chance. We discussed whereabouts in the fairgrounds we could have sex but couldn't think of any place. We decided to leave it until the day of. Just talking to her about sex made me hard. I wanted to release my load so bad but decided against it. I wanted to save it for her. We texted all. Wasn’t it too soon to be seeing anyone? Wasn’t I supposed to at least wait a year or something? And then my wife’s words suddenly filling my head as though she were there speaking them to me just as clearly as she’d done there in her bed. ‘Find someone, someone to have fun with, do things with. At least that much,’ her ghostly words reminded me. ‘Promise me.’ It was after all only dinner. It wasn’t like we were suddenly dating or anything. Just two old friends getting together for a simple. It was like the history books told in their tales of the eighteenth century, which Jacqui had never really understood until now, when she was to be sold like the slaves in history.The last of the men to be auctioned was the one who had seemed almost happy to be here. He paraded with some flair and stood during the auction playing with his enormous prick. Jacqui thought it was the largest real prick she had ever seen, as big as the dildos that the BDSM clubs had used. Although some of the early. I felt a shudder of pleasure run through me, my hips wiggling athis gentle ministrations, but couldn't help but wish it was a differentkind of slit he was lapping at. All of a sudden, I felt his tongue runfurther back, probing gently at my entrance. In a little shock at thefeeling of it, I pushed myself away, but with his deliciously hard cockstill in my mouth, all that meant was that I swallowed him whole, my lipspressed to the very base, his head deep in my throat. He gasped and Ifelt him.