“Unbutton your shirt,” Kayla said to me as my right hand was working its way to the inside of her leg. I was still sucking and nibbling on her tit... eliciting small groans. She spread her legs apart a little giving me access to that slit between them.What she’d said about my shirt finally entered my consciousness and I reluctantly pulled my mouth away from her nipple, sat up and pulled my hand away from the inside of her leg to pop the buttons of my shirt. While I did that, Kayla was nuzzling my. No, none of that, no rushing. He sensed she would bolt given the slightest provocation. Deep breath, let it out slowly. He felt like he had just stepped into a different reality without a clue what to do next. ‘This is ridiculous, I’ve dated lots of women, must be the sun and the wine.’ he thought continuing to watch her. As she sat she crossed her legs and her upper thigh flashed into view for a brief moment. He could see the shape of her calf. The slight tug in his groin increased and he felt. Fire!Men were streaming from the bunkhouse as David and Bob burst from the door. Bob didn’t even stop to go get his horse. He was running towards his homestead with long easy strides, moving over the ground like a gazelle being chased by a mountain lion.Bob surveyed the scene as it unfolded. His family, the wives and children, were all huddled together by the yucca tree in the front yard. Bob had left the tree as a concession to Dana.It didn’t take long for the bucket brigade to form. It was. "And what are you, Sweet Tits?" "A bitch cunt sex slave," she recited carefully andsincerely, "to entertain my owner anyway he wishes." Thebuyers went wild and the bidding began. Gina was put at thefront of the stage and instructed to raise a tit in each handto afford the bidders a good view. Finally, the pace slowedand with one last attempt, the hammer fell. Gina could notsee who had purchased her. The crowd parted, as her new ownerstrode through to the stage. He was dark skinned and.