Always, though, the arrangements were the same. Prepare the women for parade, take them to their sale posts, make them ready for the auction, package ...or despatch. Alexander helped. Well, he thought he helped. Like in the bar. She snorted at the thought of it. For him, helping in the bar meant drinking with the customers. It was the same here.The women were quiet when she came into the hall in the middle of the cells. They had been cowed by the last week of mistreatment. Even the six newcomers. I didn't want it to end because I've been needing to be used for so long. B. said did I hear D. right? Can I have your juicy ass? D. popped up and said brotha you can do what ever you want to her and she will love it so tear that ass up. I wanted to say excuse me but the nympho in me was quiet and flipped over and said is this what you want baby lol. D. said down in front of me pushing my head onto his cock as he reached his long arms up and spread my ass for B. to enter. Omg I jumped when he. ” As she came, the spray was almost enough to push my dick out of her, but I held steady and fucked her through her orgasm.I pulled out of her and lied down so she could get on top. She dropped herself on my penis, and started bouncing on it hard. I grabbed on to her beautifull ass, and let her ride. She said “You like how I bounce on that cock daddy? I love feeling your big dick all up in my pussy. I’m fucking you like the slut I am.”I knew I was about to cum soon, so I rolled her over so I. I turned away, clamping my hand over my mouth. Disbelief enveloped me. I pinched myself, to make sure that I wasn't dreaming ... I wasn't. I turned my head back around the corner, watching Yolanda ride her father in the computer chair, bucking her hips and squeezing her tits. Her nipples looked so hard. Her lips had been wrapped around one of my husband's fingers, who had been gazing up at his not-so-little girl in a way that no father should. The sheer wrongness of the situation begged for me.