“We’re fine,” I added. “I just trapped my finger in a drawer. It surprised me more than it hurt. Don’t worry about it.”“Well okay, but y...u two tell us if you want anything, and we’ll bring it in for you, okay?”“Thanks dad,” Kirsty called, staring deep into my eyes, “but I think we have everything we need in here.”His footsteps receded, and I took the opportunity to roll us suddenly over so that I was on top. I did my best to copy what Kirsty had done to me, adding a couple of motions that I. Few things get me harder than watching a woman taste herself.I slipped my hand back into her skirt and went directly to her crotch. There appeared to be buttons or snaps on her panties, which turned out not to be panties but part of a Danskin top. I pulled the snaps and the material came apart leaving her pussy bare. I slid my fingers across her silky-soft furrow, going from the perineum to her clit. She began to lubricate, slowly at first, then profusely. Her pussy lips quickly became slick. It was common down in Maryland, but not here in New York.“Five years,” the auctioneer cried, “shoot, she can make a hundred a year on her back. What’ll y’bid?”“A hundred Continental,” one man yelled. “Two hundred paper,” said another, and so it went in various currencies until I felt the slave I had bought pulling on my sleeve.“She’s a good girl, that ‘un,” the woman said. “I talked to her some las’ night.”The bid was at twelve hundred Continental so when I said, “Twenty, silver,” things got. Like when I was listening, I moved my hand on my shaft in rhythm with his penetrations.She was starting to get wound up making little squeaks and squeals with each pump when my brother tensed up, groaned, and I could tell he was shooting his stuff into her. As soon as he finished, I noticed that she hadn’t. She pushed him off, “Dammit! I didn’t get mine. I know you’ll be worthless for a while but I see another hard one. Little brother, get over here and finish the job!”I managed to hold out.