I will measure it with my walking stick.’ Taking off his foot coverings and leggings, Jakal waded out into the river. Sala watched as the water gre...w deeper with his every step until he was up to his waist a little more than halfway to the other side. Reaching forward with his walking stick, they both watched as the top of it disappeared underneath the surface. A sickness rose from the pit of the woman’s stomach and her heart began to pound as she broke out in a cold sweat. No, no, we cannot do. Tears once again filled her eyes as she cried for me to stop. Her fingers were shaking so bad that she was having trouble working the buttons of her silky white blouse. Finally she got her blouse opened and just let it slip from her shoulders revealing her taut tanned belly and baby blue bra. “Keep going”, I told her admiring the view.“You only said to take off my shirt”, she whined.“Come on, even you can’t be dumb enough to think that showing me your bra was going to fix this bullshit, get. It was almost like a...Oh my God! It was an auction and we were the items on bid. I was horrified, shocked, surprised and more all at once. This was a slave auction and real girls were being sold! Us! In the twenty first century! My level of disbelief was overpowering. My mind just flat wouldn't accept the fact that my eyes were seeing and my ears were hearing. A furtive glance at Jill showed that she had reached the same conclusion.We stood there for a what seemed like a long time as. We finished both our dinner and the pitcherof margaritas we ordered. Upon leaving decided thatneither of us should be driving. Instead we decided towalk around the city.Several blocks away, we came across an adultarcade/bookstore and I k**ded her about going inside.She had never been in one and was curious to see what itwas like. Who was I to stop her? The store was rathercrowded with about a dozen men and two other couples.Everyone looked fairly normal. Most of the single menwere looking at.