‘What is it Mary what is wrong?’ ‘This has ….uh happened to me before miss when I was about twelve. I wasn’t that pretty so I was just sold ...as a worker to a farmer near your father’s manor. But the very beautiful girls were sold…..I don’t want to scare you miss but they were sold for their bodies. And well as for what the slavers & crew did to us upon the ship well I’d rather not talk about it Miss. But how I knew he was a slaver is because well when slavers or pirates take hold of your ship. “Just bend over and let me see that ass while you’re sucking me.”I grinned and unzipped you, your dick springing out eagerly. I bent over, flipping my skirt up, and grabbed you. I licked your balls, wandered my tongue up your shaft, breathed hot and heavy on your tip…then plunged you deep into my mouth and down my throat. I heard some noise and opened my eyes…to see a couple of the guys who had watched me before standing there with their cell phones out and recording. You smiled, stood me up,. I felt his steamy hot breath against my ear as he whispered, “I missed you alot Brad.” He pulled his head back enough to make eye contact with me and for just a moment I thought he was going to kiss me.“It’s good to see you too!”, I tried to respond but my voice caught in my throat reducing my intended reply into a choked and guttural gasp and grunt. My cock had reached its full potentail and was throbbing against something that seemed equally hard.Our close encounter couldn’t have lasted more. Angelique was third, Barb was fifteenth. To Barb’s surprise, the room was full almost to capacity. She was paired up on a small stage with a young, thin, blond. Some of the girls intimidated Barb with their confident attitudes. Compared to them, Barb appeared to be a small town, girl next door type. She was in this den of whores, a quiet beauty.The end of the opening number brought a round of applause and whistles from the men in the audience. They knew they were going to have a great show.