" He turned to look at her, gnawing at the inside of his lip. "I'd like to tell you. You could probably help her more than me, but... I can't." Why no...?" She wouldn't want anyone to know." Sometimes... sometimes what people want and what they need aren't the same thing." Maybe," he acknowledged. "I'm not sure I'm the best person to make that decision, though." Maybe not, but who else is there?"Marcus just shrugged and turned back to watching the harbour."Is that what's been bugging you this. But other men made comments that suggested they were looking for women to staff their brothels. She hoped and prayed that she’d be purchased as a house slave or at worse a field slave.The sale began. The first slave mounted the stage and the line moved down one position.The auctioneer’s assistants held the slave and turned him while the auctioneer gave a standard spiel.?Elderly male, used to be a free scribe. Can read, write or do numbers. Drunkard and gambler. Being sold by order of his. The three jocks ran off but not before spitting on me as I squirmedpainfully on the ground. Allison frowned with a petulant pout. “Thisisn’t over loser. I’m going to make your life a living hell or my nameisn’t Allison McGuire.” She stepped on my chest with a high heeled footand walked away with a seductive skip.Meanwhile, I was beginning to lose consciousness. Most of my ribs werebroken in and my face was a bruised mess. I was bleeding from moreplaces than I wanted to know.“Thanks for saving. This continued for around 2 months, I started going to their house every weekend, I was using her clean and dirty panties to jerk off. I had amassed a collection of round 12-15 pairs of hers at my own house. As my room there wasn't always used it wasn't the tidiest, sometimes laundry would be left in there and I wouldn't have to sneak around the house.In late may, ( we are 19 and 40 now) I arrived at my dads, he went out almost instantly. Lying in bed, about to start jerking off, I noticed that.