I could not stand before her all the time. I looked into the owners section. About a quarter of the owners were women. Many of the women were older bu... also good looking in their dresses and pantsuits. I would love to kneel before many of the female owners. There were males in the arena, but I did not noticed them. There was a male auctioneer, a couple of armed guards. and a couple of house slaves. They ordered us to walk around for a few minutes. Then they played a song and we all danced to. My pussy was begging for it. He blew some smoke in my mouth while I stroked him. Amazed by how nice it grow within seconds. It was thick and 9inches. I couldn't stop wanting to look at it. He whisperd in my ear he would cum inside me that made my toes curl, how he was going to keep going after he cum and I drooled staring at his enormous thick cock with a wide head. I wanted to loose my virginity right then but he teased me, He couldn't take much more teasing me. He told me he didn't wear. We were half brother and sister. How could this be? How could this possibly happen? When we were eighteen years old we demanded to know the truth from our parents. My Mama told me that Charles’s father, Emmet Tate, had been a few years older than she and seduced by his charm and good looks and wealth. And they both swore never to let the truth be told to me and Paul for they didn’t think we’d become childhood sweethearts instead of just being friends. When Charles and I met up at the bench. Now, he could see it. ~Shit, she could be his sister.~ He thought in agitation. "Um...Maj. Malone?....Sir?"The woman glared at him for a moment before responding. "That would be me. Athough, 'Sir' may no longer be fitting." There was no mistaking the sarcasm. That was the Major all right. Even through his attempt at humor, Collins did not miss the quiver of his lower lip as he spoke."Um...Maj. Malone. I...How...What..." Always were a man of many words, Collins. I don't see why you want to go.