(There was a silence.)Then after about 2 minutes.Payal: What are you doing this Saturday?Amit: Nothing much, just around.Payal: Why don’t you come d...wn for lunch?Amit: Where?Payal: My place. I am a good cook. We can then go for a drive.Amit: Sounds good. I will see you.It was Saturday and I left home on the pretext of official work. I reached her home and rang the bell. Payal opened the door and my jaw literally dropped seeing her. My gorgeous ex-colleague was in a short skirt with a spaghetti. This big black slave merchant from Andheri really wants to see her used and abused as sexually sadistically as possible! Mistress M has with her blessing encouraged him to be as brutal and abusive with Maya as possible, while she is on the auction block, before being sold! Finally the grand auction and sex slave sale is organized and ready, where all the slaves that are all made up and will be paraded around naked in front of potential buyers which include rich American businessmen, Texas oil. She had split from her husband, her second husband as it was. He was a controlling bully - to the extent that at one of our Family BBQ's, my chilled out Dad had my Uncle Tony by his collars and marched him to his car, sick of his attitude being there. She moved nearby to us and started hitting the bottle quite a bit. Her tipple was wine and during the warm summer nights would go out with her friends and get pretty wrecked. Her friends were in fact her work colleagues who worked in her Salon.. This weekend was a rarity in that she didn’t have to work Saturday or Sunday. Ashley attempted to call all her friends from school and see what was going on over the weekend but sadly everyone was out of town or working. Ashley decided it would be nice to just sit around the house and not do anything after all. The water from the pool glistened like a jewel in the sun beckoning her to come cool off in the summer day. She couldn’t remember when the last time was that she had time to go for a.