She took a step back, so she could take me all in. "You look good, Bill," she said admiringly. Before I left for Wisconsin, I'd secretly gone back to... the store that Mel had dragged me into the previous weekend. I bought a couple of shirts, a couple of pairs of slacks, and a jacket. I wasn't going to totally change my style, but I figured maybe it wouldn't hurt to make a good first impression, at least. "You too," I said. She was dressed in a pair of jeans, and a black shirt. She was shorter. One of the biggest effects was the fact that it made me kind of horny and that had gotten me in trouble in the past. We continue dancing and as I got more and more into it, I noticed Mario getting closer and closer to me. I enjoyed it and soon found him dancing behind me with his hands on my hips. Normally, I wouldn't allow anyone except my husband to dance with me like this, but being in such a great mood, I went with it and enjoyed myself. He held me close as we danced, slowly getting closer. ?She lets out a groan.?Are you questioning me??Her head perks up, ?Never Mistress, you know what is best for me.? And she sits herself up straight. She leans back into the chair for leverage. Not just bending and standing up, but struggling to lift herself up off the chair... Off the phallus that was built right into it.?Good girl kayla!??Thank You Mistress.??You are welcome, Now are you hungry???Yes Mistress.??Are you horny???Very Much so Mistress.??Which hunger would you rather satisfy?. I said nothing. He asked If I had any questions and I asked the man as he snapped away with his camera if anyone had bid on me. The man told me yes about 6 people and one gentle men was bidding 10 dollars. The man with broken english handed me a phone and read the bid. I laid back on the bed whilehe took pictures. Whomever bid on me wanted around my age and height and I was to be given breast implants and a forced sex change. The ad also said my life as this persons slave would be short and.