But the men were merciless, and I had had nothing with which to protect myself.The woman before me was now descending the stairs on the side of the pl...atform, her head in her hands, sobbing. It was my turn. The guard led me up the stairs, where he handed the end of my leash to the auctioneer.I was naked, alone, and afraid. I was about to be sold.The auctioneer reached around my body and rudely fondled my right breast as he spoke. I did not understand many the words, but I guessed he was reading. The sustained emotional abuse and torment I caused him. Turning his back to me he started digging about at the desk, turning around I could see in each hand, bulldog clips.“Sir, no plea…” My voice was muffled as I found my shredded red, damp panties being crammed into my mouth. The tears came back streaming down my face as he started snapping the clips open and closed as he advanced towards me in a way I could see he was finding comical. I howled when he snapped them on me simultaneously. I. I dove right in, softly taking as much as I could into my mouth. He grabbed my hands and put them on his hips. I slid my lips over his cock again and again, and I could feel him getting hotter. He pulled away and told me to lick his balls. I gladly complied, caressing his sack with the full length of my wet tongue, gently taking each orb into my mouth. He moaned and whispered how good it felt. I slipped my tongue up underneath the base of his cock and slowly moved my mouth there until I was. “But… my test?” Ronald asked. “Consider yourself passed in the test. I will talk to your principal,” I said and turned to look at Ronald. I was the wife of the village’s richest man. My husband was the one who built this school for the children of the village. Ronald was the son of one of my husband’s employees. The thing between Ron and me was strictly sexual. It had been six months since these dirty things had started between us. We never talked about our feelings for each other. We never.