“And somehow you’ve still got classy girls like Adelaide and Jess hanging around Talsy and the whores.”“Damn, that’s a great band name,” S...erry giggled. Raylea glared at Ike. Nisha shoved her tits out further.“You have no musical talent,” I said to Sherry.“Do you want a band?” Nisha asked. “I play guitar, bass, harp, violin, basically anything with strings.”“Really? That’s awesome--”“Motherfucker!” Ike let out a heavy breath and sunk back in his chair. “Dude. Dude.”“Right,” I said. I took a big. I, luckily, had been spared such intimate attentions, but I was only too aware of why: as a virgin, I was being "saved" for my eventual owner. It was he who would claim rights to my soft flesh.I heard the crack of the whip as the woman before me walked back and forth on the block, displaying herself brazenly for the crowd. I saw the auctioneer fondling her body possessively and heard his voice booming out, but I could not focus enough to understand his words. I knew a little of the language of. He took pictures of me bent over his bed with my skirt pulled up showing off my puffy pussy lips and tight little ass. As I undressed, he continued snapping pictures until all my clothes laid on the floor leaving my young naked body completely exposed to him.My pussy was dripping wet and loved the way he ordered me around taking my picture. I kept eyeing his huge erection pushing against his pajamas and have to take him in my mouth. So I dropped to the floor, crawled over to him and grabbed. ”“That’s fine with me. If I am not working at the time, I’ll be glad to sit in the car watching somebody,” I agreed.Since the conversation and the offer took place during our regular Friday breakfast, I didn’t put much stock in it. I continued on with my usual life. Which at the time included a number of low cost photo projects. I shot pictures of fishermen at the Grenada Lake, old farms landscapes, and just things that interested me. Those ended up as still life images. Usually it was old.