As her hand and head bobbed up and down on the length of my shaft, I slipped my hand into the part of her wrap-around towel and on to her inner thigh....I worked my way past her golden honey pot, separating the opening until the towel parted enough for me to see just how gorgeous of a body she had. She made no attempt to recover, focusing on the task at hand. I pulled her long brown hair back over her shoulder and held it out of the way as she worked on my cock.“I’m going to cum,” I. ’ ‘Oh ok so I should just let you go right?’ ‘Yeah that sounds good to me…… I mean you did get pleasure out of it after all right.’ ‘You know your right I did……and it was pretty good too.’ ‘See so lets call it even.’ She pleaded. ‘Bitch please you tasered me twice and was gonna go for the trifecta…….What the fuck were you thinkin… You want me right….. Well you gonna get me alright.’ I began to untie her only to tie her to the bed post, but unlike me she was face down. I went over to my stash. Obviously that would give the wrong impression to the modern reader who would expect a guy speaking with a Brummy accent, but whose forebears clearly came from somewhere east of Suez, selling cheap frocks from under a poly tarp. If that gentleman sold bras, and he probably would, he certainly wasn't going to do the fitting. However much he would like to. Not for someone who is a LADY. No, we were going to a proper shop. Where they had a proper fitter.And shopping you might ask. Truth to tell I. As if on cue, as soon as Erin’s feet were on the floor, some guy next to her pinned her hands behind her back, while her new owner grabbed her tits and began mauling them roughly. Erin’s owner slapped her face hard with each hand, gave her a rough kiss on the mouth, and then shoved his right hand into her pussy. They guy behind her kept Erin’s arms pinned behind her back so her tits jutted forward.“I can’t wait to start fucking you, bitch,” Erin’s owner said.“You bought her,” the president.