' I tried not to register surprise at the husky dark skinned man in front of me. His full lips and grey stubble made him look quite mature and fatherl.... Just how I liked them. His pair of jeans covered thick thighs while his white gold tee shirt fitted him just right. He looked like a sporty and hard and masculine and handsome daddy figure. I prayed that there was going to be some attraction from his side as I was ready to strip and hop onto his lap right there and then. 'Would you like. I am betting there is very little you wouldn't do, to keep it from falling to pieces."I pulled a small tape recorder out of my backpack, which I'd already pre-loaded with the tape Carter gave me. I pressed play and let a conversation I had cued up fill the quite room. Two men, both of whom must be known to the Smiths, were speaking about one of the previous years brides being auctioned off. I let the conversation go for just over a minute, so the couple understood how explicit the conversation. “I think it’s our turn now, don’t you?”He pulled his hand from between her legs and pushed her down to her knees. She was panting hard trying to catch her breath through the small hole in the ball gag and the sack that was covering her head and she was feeling lightheaded. Someone started to pull up the cloth bag over her head, but stopped as soon as it reached her nose. She felt someone behind her making the sack tighter and when he finished, the lower part of the sack was tied around her eyes. The plan was that I would lay flat and to fix the jammed jib furler. She would sit at my feet and hand over tools. I lay on my stomach and began to explore the mechanism. I yelled, "screwdriver." Linda fished one from the sack. Then, as she was too short, she knelt between my legs, and leaned forward to hand it to me. As I twisted to look for the tool, the wind and her bent position opened the front of her shirt. Her naked breasts were exposed. They were perfect.Quickly I lay back and probed.