" With that I slowly pulled the towel off to the right and was completely naked for her to see. I looked down at my hard on, throbbing and bouncing up...and down, hitting my stomach as if it had a mind of it's own. My glances went from my cock to her breasts. I didn't, couldn't, say a word. "Oh you dear boy, you dear, dear boy." Her hand was still there, stroking me softly. Her nipples were now so hard, I expected them to tear through her dress. She looked at my naked body, then at her breasts. We kissed, a deep, soft, long kiss, while quick breath hissed through our noses and her perfume assaulted my senses again. Her hand moved higher and touched my erection. ?Just like an eighteen-year-old,? she breathed. ?Ready to rock and roll again after just a half hour. Why don’t we go to the bedroom and see what we can do about those fantasies of yours?? She broke the embrace and stood up. ?Yes, please.? I was short of breath and my head spun with nervousness and anticipation. Without. She stepped up to the front of the stage. She smiled at me, but for the first time I could see she was nervous. It was a big moment in her life.“This is Melora, eighteen years old. She is pure, as all our girls are of course,” said he auctioneer, “Very busty as you can see, very sexy girl, I’m sure you’ll agree.”I smiled at Melora again.“One hundred thousand?” the auctioneer looked straight to me. I guess she knew who had connected well during the little five minute visits, knew who was. "Yes, I did." I eat my meal. "How's the firm doing?" Well." We talk about her work until the tension in my jaw make it almost impossible for me to speak."Is it serious?" I cut over what she's saying.She pauses mid-word. "They are all serious." Are you planning to get married?" What would that have to do with anything?" Just curious."She's silent for a while. "No." she finally answers. "Were any of yours 'serious'?" No." Did any of them last more than a night?"For the first time ever, I am.