Every one was talking to each other about what it was they was looking for and referring to the women as if they was a piece of meat in a shop window....The woman in red sat on a large chair which was placed on a high stage so she could look over every one as they were making their decisions.I was looking around trying to think how I could get out of this when a man and woman came walking up to me “hhhmmm this must be a new addition to the slave market I’ve never seen her before” the man was. I then asked him “would you like to see my ass”, and he quickly said yes. I then repositioned myself in front of him on my butt, laid back, and pulled my legs back exposing all of me to him. Mike was so mesmerized looking at my asshole, while stoking his dick that he started to cum, shooting his cum all over my cock and chest. I quickly stroked my dick and cummed all over myself groaning. I then stared at Mike, while I mixed our cum together with my hand, and sucked it off my hand, we then. But it's still my choice and mine alone to make. I look one last time toward the other side of the emptiness for any signs of a third choice, but there is none. The edge on which my husband and friends once stood has receded from sight; the sounds of their voices now nothing more than distant echoes.This might be all a dream except for the fact I fear any awakening before it's complete will leave me lost in the limbo it has conjured. I grab hold of the ladder and slowly begin my ascent. Or is. That sounds odd and it has really made me question some of my perceptions about people. Let me try to explain. I think even though I was a willing participant in a threesome with a stranger, I had a preconceived idea of what people were like that had threesomes with strangers. Does that make sense? I suppose my southern girl upbringing somehow associated sexually free people as not the nicest people. Now that I’ve questioned that belief, I see how ridiculous it is, but it is interesting how.