I really began to wonder what was in store for me on this day. This was obviously not a house or apartment building. It was some type of complex. Was ...his man taking me to a slave convention, or slave auction? I have heard stories of slave auctions which The Syndicate arranges, but have never been involved in one.After five minutes of walking, the driver finally stopped and opened up a door. "Inside," he said, tugging on the leash a bit harder. I walked in, and noticed what appeared to be a big. Jim grabbed the body wash and began to lather it over my wife's back, then handing me the bottle so I could wash her front. I lathered over her breasts and down onto her pussy, finding her juices already flowing strong. She shuddered as my fingers ran across her clit, letting out a gasp. Taking the bottle, she began to lather my chest, moving down to my now rock hard cock, then having me turn so she could wash my back, moving her hands down to my ass, spreading my cheeks till her fingers ran. But as more and more of your juice floods my mouth my movements become more and more impassioned. Hungrily I lap at your pussy, shoving my tongue as far up into your hole as I can get it, which is unfortunately not far enough. My hands find your ass cheeks. I spread them, squeezing them as I do so, and then pull it towards my face to aid my efforts. I return to your clit, rolling it softly while I insert a finger up inside you. I plunge my digit in and out of you, then two fingers. This goes on. She dropped her head, sighing heavily.**********Vicky smiled demurely at her dance partner as the booming music faded away. Around her, the motion of the pairs of people slowed, eventually halting, and some began to drift from the dance floor. She read the questioning look in her partner's face - was it Jeff or Jack? - and she shook her head, indicating that she really didn't want another dance. "Thanks," she said rather loudly; even though the music was at a lull, the Coconut Club was still.