It was true I had seen some men in the audience beyond the lights before I dropped my eyes in embarrassment but I only assumed they were there with ...their wives or girlfriends. I didn't think they were there to actually bid. Maybe Debi wasn't so far off the mark. Maybe the hormones had affected my mind. How stupid could I be? "Shall we start the bidding at one-hundred-thousand?" I heard the auctioneer call out. One hundred thousand! The idea that someone would pay twenty thousand dollars. “Don’t call me Bobby makes me sound like a little boy. Come bitch call me Robert.”“Okay, Robert, but promise you won’t tell no one,” Tony insisted.“You’re the bitch in this deal,” He said. “Bitches don’t give orders.”“Hey,” the woman snapped. “I’m the one in charge.”“Sorry, but…”“You promise her that you won’t tell anyone and be nicer to her.”“Yes, ma’am. I’m sorry Tony, I promise I won’t tell no one. You’re my girl you got it?”“Yeah,” Tony said.“Hold on to the chair,” Robert said.Tony grabbed. I desperately held onto Rohit’s head so he still remained inside me. Shweta now grabbed his balls and sucked him off. I could feel Rohit moaning with pleasure. He wanted to shout out loud but he couldn’t I had trapped him by crossing my legs over his neck. All he could do now was continue licking me. Shweta was driving Rohit mad with her cock sucking from behind. All of us were shouting aloud with constant encouragements to each other. Both Rohit and I came in some time after this onslaught. I was traveling light, and didn’t need to stand out that much. In my light gym bag I had a change of underwear, sox’s, disposable razor, and extra change of shirt jeans and spare hoodee jacket. As I said light.I took a jet back to the States landing in Vegas in the early morning hours. Even then it was hot outside the air conditioned terminal. I tried my luck at the tables on the Strip and walked away a few dollars richer for several hours of hard work. The stage acts were all bigger than I.