" I'm bidding silver," I said, "hard money." How about it, Paul?" the auctioneer asked.The big man pursed his lips. "He can have her." Going for five ...ounds, hard money, twice, sold right here." He pointed at me with his wooden mallet. "Sale's over."I stepped up, signed a paper for him and put the coins in his hand. He gave me her signed indenture contract."She got any clothes?" I asked."Clogs," he said."What's your name?" I asked the girl who was standing at my elbow, watching the. I pointed out pretty women for us to enjoy. Or even to enjoy by himself. But he would just glance at them and shrug and pick listlessly at his food. I just had to be patient. I tried talking about movies. About books. We both loved to read fantasy and we could usually talk about our favorite books. But he just twirled his pasta on his fork, not paying attention."Tomorrow," I said, trying to make conversation. "I need your guest list for our wedding. We need to get the invitations mailed out.". Hardly moving my tongue from her clit, I rapidly put my first and second fingers into my mouth to wet them, and then slowly slid one into her pussy. I don't think I'd needed to wet my finger first as it was like sliding it into warm oil. Her pussy was so wet already. I continued to lick her clit, and slid my finger in and out of her pussy as I did so. As the first finger had slid in so easily, I added a second finger, and now both fingers were sliding in and out gradually moving a little. Just ready to sweat out a few last toxins andI'd be able to go out tonight feeling great.I was walking back towards the changing rooms passed the instructors whenthe very pretty short one, Maria, said her name badge, said, "Do you wantwhat you want?" Her voice had an east-European tone to it so I forgave theoddness of the question."Of course," I replied smiling to her. I wasn't really meaning to beanything other than polite. I didn't really understand what she'd meant,we all want what we.