I suggested to her that we should maybe go into her bedroom before i fell and hurt myself or her.She practically dragged me at top speed up to her bed...room by my cock. Once in her bedroom i wrapped my hands round her ample bum feeling her arse through her trousers, hen slipped a hand down inside the back of them and over the top of her big knickers. Groping and feeling around her fat arse. All the while my hard-on was pressing into her saggy belly. She moaned as soon as my hand got to the base. She was beautiful, a tall dancers body with perky firm boobs and she was wearing the tightest, sexiest outfit ever; a pink leotard with matching leggings, perspex platform shoes and little silver wings “I’m an angel,” she laughed as I stood there looking vacant, my mind overtaken by lust. “You’ve sure come from heaven,” I stuttered back. “I’m an elf”, I offered, trying like mad to tear my eyes from her pussy region. Everything was on show, her full lips and oh god yes, the pearls of her thong. "Where are we going?" she asked, fumbling with all of the gear."Your sergeant will explain it in a moment," he said impatiently, his tone telling her that there was no time for questions. "Get outfitted and loaded up." What about armor?" she asked."No time for it," he told her, turning and grabbing another set of equipment for the man behind her.She carried her equipment over to where a tough looking sergeant was standing with about twenty other people. There was a mix of men and women, a few. They put a leash on Ghalara, and then on me, and then on Sapphire. Theyled us through old town to a makeshift stage. A crowd gathered, some towatch, some to bid.Gjallara fetched 3400 rial. She seemed pleased. A gray-haired man with along bid won her. The crowd applauded him.And then I was up.The slave master had me turn. He had me lift my arms. He opened myshirt.And then the crowd was chanting and bidding.I heard vague terms I had come to know. Khanith. CIA. English. London.Blowjob. Pussy.The.