I was the third in line to be auctioned that night. The first two went through pretty quickly. It was a woman in her thirties followed by a man in his... late twenties. Both of them had been auctioned but for a very small price. But it still kept them out of the factories. “Up next we have, Scarlett,” the auctioneer said and I knew this was it. I walked out and into the spotlight. With the light it was impossible to see any of the audience members. “Scarlett is twenty-one today. She’s five-foot. He hoped it would all go well.Sachar was named after one of King David’s heroes - from the Bible. His mother had been a 19 year-old lady. She did her best by him.Her name was Mary Lewis. She taught Sachar to read by the time he was only 26 months old. It was so funny to everyone else that she refused to read him bedtime stories when he was three. Mary made Sachar read them to her. She was trying to make him successful.And, Sachar was successful. He had gone to Coppin State and then earned a. “I thought the Basement Bean was on the bottom floor.” I wondered. “That’s what they want to you think is the bottom floor.” He said and yes, I could hear the purposeful mysterious tone he purveyed. “The school never discards any book. They just put them all down here when they are significantly out of date and basically useless. Good for history papers though.” He was a history major so he would know. We winded through huge rows stuffed with the oldest books I’ve ever seen. I had no clue where. With one foot in one hand, I had to let my cock out, pulled out and stroking it. I knew that I was all in, I was going to fuck her pussy. I stroked away, watching her play with that pussy. I rolled right up to her, and pulled her panties off. " oh my," she said, " you want this pussy, want to fuck it, you want to feel how you feet suck got me so wet"? I watched her eyes see my below average cock as I stroked it, and waited for a comment, but her eyes got bigger with wanted to jump on it. So she.