I let my finger push through her wet lips, probing here clit. Her body jumped noticeably. "We can't do this now sweetie," I stated clearly. "Meet me l...ter today, say 11am at my office," I ordered. "Wear panties and workout shorts, not these pj type bottoms" I finished. Her hips rolled to my finger offering her sex. I reamed her very softly as her eyes closed. I pulled away. Her moan stopped abruptly. "Ok. Can I at least see it?" she asked looking to my crotch. She reached to rub my crotch. Her. ”“This is insanity!” thought Tempest. Six women had just had their lives and careers and hopes and aspirations taken away from them. And these other people were milling about checking out the merchandise and chatting nonchalantly as if they were at a neighborhood bake sale. “Damn!” thought Tempest. “Now even I’m using the word merchandise.”Kate came back in for a moment. “I’m having Tempest delivered to my room. I put in a bid on the little Frenchie and the blonde. She has another ten. Before her father escorted her to bed she managed to give me a quick blow job, but that was all as the next day I was on the bus back home as Carole prepared to go back to college. I was so whacked out I slept most of the way back home and was grateful to be away from her. But I Didn,t dump her. That came later when she began dating college guys which had to be inevitable. Later Calvin told me Carole dropped out of college as she Wasn,t keeping her grades up and had gone back home to a job with. The ancient gramophone had broken down some years before, and the old man had been unable to obtain a replacement. With a wheezed sigh, he set the black discs down beyond the letters. The old man’s back began to wail then, like the banshees of myth, so he peered around for something upon which to sit. His brown eyes lit upon an overturned Guinness crate. It had to be nearing the thirtieth anniversary of its unremarkable birth, but the old man with the sore body saw no other option. With that.