If they were going to play with her again today she would need it. Cindi enjoyed a lengthy rest before her master came to retrieve her. She was lead d...wn to the beach, as it was the men’s playtime. All the men with the exception of Cindi’s hero were waiting on the dock. At the beach she could see what looked like a floating St Andrews cross by the shore with balloons tied along the edges. She was told to lie on the cross while the men tied her down. Her master then placed a cunt spreader in her. "I mean... I have some beer or gin if you'd like a drink." Well... sure, how about a Collins?" Bob asked, smiling at her. "Sybil?" he asked, addressing his wife."Fine. But don't go to any trouble." No trouble. No trouble at all," Gwen called over her shoulder as she scurried to the kitchen to make the drinks."Prime," Bob whispered to his wife. Sybil smiled, a haughty, nonchalant air about her as she tapped a cigarette on her gold case and waited for Bob to light it for her."Very prime," she. As he progressed he became more confident, wiggling his bottom; pouting his lips, swinging his hips and winking at Samantha and I who shrieked with laughter at his antics. Samantha followed with a not too dissimilar display and finally we all collapsed on my bed in one big huddle."Food," shouted Samantha and both the ?girls?, leaving their shoes, made a dash for the stairs and the kitchen below.I followed, at a somewhat slower pace, thinking about how much fun this was and how adorable both of. He stared into the sad, resigned eyes and his heart gave a little jump when they looked back and made contact. Then the auction began. The auctioneer was a large elf with a brassy voice and a lewd sense of humor. He was a great hit with the locals with his judicious blend of jokes and business acumen. You never felt cheated at Ellidran’s sales. The jokes were worth the time if not the money. Sometimes a scribe would write Ellidran’s wit down for children yet unborn.As it usually went some of.