When I mentioned this to her, she giggled and said, "You know, I think I'd really enjoy you watching me fuck my big black stud. Maybe I could get Raym...nd to let you tag along on a date." When Lisa mentioned that I could possibly watch her and Raymond, my cock stiffened in response. Raymond is my wife's current lover, and I had met him on more than one occasion when he came to our house to pick up Lisa for a date. Lisa had explained to Raymond how I acquiesced to her wishes about having other. “Hi, Auntie; I got my new car a few hours ago.”Flora kept her eyes on the stove.“That’s fine, dear,” she murmured.“We can take it for a ride after dinner,” Roxie offered, “maybe somewhere out of town.”“That would be fine, dear; if that’s what you want to do.”Flora’s moods were never easy to figure out, but Roxie could tell that her aunt was feeling especially down.“I thought you’d enjoy a ride. We can turn on the air conditioning.”“Okay,” Flora answered, and the listlessness of the answer. Usual rules. Serious bidders only,"Mike announced to his audience. Belated realisation dawned. The slave tobe auctioned was me, doubtless signified by the daffodil, and I was aboutto lose my cherry to one or more of these leather clad punters; aterrifying thought. Even scarier was the idea of being "sold" to one ofthem as a slave. How long did one remain enslaved to a likely unpleasantor even dangerous man?The door admitted several punters who proceeded to poke and prod me likea b**st at. She curled up on the floor crying whilst steam from the shower filled up the bathroom. ‘Why won’t he leave?’ She thought. She’d heard him walk away from the bathroom and had been waiting to hear her front door open and close. No such luck. After some time, she heard his footsteps and waited for him to knock. She tried to stop crying but as soon as he reached the bathroom door, a sob escaped from her throat. She looked up at the door, but Ramone did not knock. He didn’t call out her name. He.