Mere pure chehareko chumane laga. Uske mardangeewali sineke niche( male chest) meri boobs masal rahi thi. Kal ki masalneke karan thoda dard horaha tha.... Manse mai samirko dur karna chahati thi lekin mera badan muze saath nahi kar raha tha. Sahi-galat ka sawal ab dur hota ja raha tha, our dire dire mai phirse us vasanaki samundarme dhubati ja rahi thi.Shayad samirne ye mehsoos kar huye muze dekha, maine apni aakhe band ki samir muze chod diya yek minuteke baad maine aakhe kholi to samir sirf. Then he got up off the bed and walked over to me. I watched his big firm body ripple with muscles as he moved closer to me. I couldn't take my eyes off his massive tool as it swung back and forth with each step sticking out in front of him like a flagpole. His big strong masculine body, the body that I wished I had, the type of body that would impress someone like Andrea, mesmerized me. Then he was standing in front of me taking me by the hand, and leading me around to the far side of the bed. " a voice boomedover the PA.At that moment, the mechanized track moved, forcing me to take a catwalkpath down the stage and back. At certain points, the track even forced meto twirl around, drawing even more catcalls from the audience. I was justtrying to stay up on my feet in those shoes. The track led me back aroundand through the curtain area back into the backstage area. I could hear avoice over the PA start the bidding on me."For this nice little package from Santa, let's start the. .”“Each of you sluts stand at attention, back arched, asses out, tits outs. Hand behind your back.” I tried to do as he instructed, but was still too confused to understand exactly what he was saying.“Marissa weren’t you told to shave this whore’s head?”The black girl who had cut my hair answered: “Yes”.“Then what the fuck is this, as he began to pull on my hair?“Get your black ass up here and bring the clippers.”Well, as bad as my hair was, I had hoped to avoid my head being shaved. How would.