Market days for buying slaves was a particular day where white women would dress up to the nines, their idea for buying a black was based on his genit...lia, whereas the husband looked over the muscular frame of the man, the wife would slip her hand between his legs before giving the husband advice on the value.Girls were the predominance of the man to purchase, but then again some bisexual wives, would simply stroke the cheek of a f******n year old girl, and just know she was right as a. ?There, there, don’t fuss now, baby. I know you don’t like him, but he still has a thing for me and quite frankly, honey, the feeling is mutual. Besides, you won’t be around anymore and I need a man around to worship me. You’ll have been long sacrificed to the Goddess, so how can you complain? That’s right. Sacrificed. I’ll explain a little more later. Oh, but first, back to my outfit. I’m the only one wearing shoes—sandals, of course, your favorites, the leather thongs with the two inch. If she got that excited and hot every time she got fucked, her sex life was even better than Penny’s and mine. My cock lurked in my pants all day, half hard and drooling for the cunt it had played with the night before. Lori didn’t call; I had no idea what she thought about me or what happened between us.Penny called me later that afternoon. She talked to our son for a minute then got me on the phone. At first the conversation was about her brother but she sounded a little cautious, she wasn’t. I looked around the bar as I began soaking it in and I made eye contact with this fucking hot man who was in his late 30's/early 40's. He had short, black hair, eye glasses, mustache, and he was wearing a classy suit. I had been with my fair share of men at this point I needed to try someone outside my age range. We made eye contact enough times and I acted like a ditzy bimbo whenever he would look my way, giggling like a school girl and twirling my hair, making it very easy for him. About.