For several minutes, he simply stood without speaking; staring at the spectators as if he wanted to turn all of them into slaves. Finally, he took a ...eep breath and his lips parted in what some might consider a smile.?Welcome,? he began, ?to our weekly auction. Many of you have been here before but for those who are newcomers to our meetings, let me repeat our rules. First, there will be no permanent injury or death rendered any of my women. If that occurs, the guest or guests who cause. I ordered Radar to kneel at the feet of Lisa and Sasha to kneel at Trish's feet. I then repeated that everyone who entered my house including the garage was my sex slave and was eager to be sub to me, and was also sub to whomsoever I chose. They were all agreeable so I ordered Lisa and Trish to strip and Radar to put their clothes in the washer with Sasha's and his own and start the cycle. I had all four of them dig collars out of the sex shop bags and I chose a thick truly inescapable one. She never lets me touch it, but she would not object in this condition. I began to finger her pink anus, and licked the tip of my index finger and stuck it inside. When I met no resistance, I decided to lick my palm and soak the head of my cock with it. I placed my dickhead right her secret off limits entrance, and inched the head of it inside her. It was tough to get it in at first, but she seemed to relax a bit, and eventually the entire head of my cock was sitting inside her butt. I dared. When I’m finished working I go downstairs, get dressed and go home. That’s my late night work routine. Sometimes I’ll stand up next to the glass and run my hands all over my body for my car bound audience. I’ve even gone so far as to go downstairs and walk out to my car and back without getting dressed, but only when it’s not to chilly out. Occasionally I roll my chair up to the glass, lean back, close my eyes, and start caressing my breasts and nipples. I work my way down to my already moist.