Name of Chris. My trick says his name is Satellite, cute guy with abs to die for, all tanned and smooth and blond, no excess body hair, eyes like a st...orm. Good looks has never made us keep tricks around before, so why now? Why now on this cold December day?Don't get me wrong, the sex, at lest for me and Sat, was great, not fabulous or anything, but great, and we really kind of click, he's funny, brainy, and surprisingly sweet. We've talked, he's not in love with me or anything. Mike said that. Some went silent quickly, so probably slaves being lead into the 'waiting area' - others continued chatting, probably the masters who will be bidding soon and stayed in the room already.At some point the host must have come right next to the box I was in and announced the begin of the auction, telling the masters that due to the problem of having one slave missing in count to get some auctioned for every master, there has been a slight change and one of the top that applied for the auction. I arranged match tickets while Jaq arranged the coach travel. The match was taking place on Saturday afternoon; as the week commenced, we became excited about our trip to the game.Saturday arrived and we arrived at the designated pick up for the coach; a lot of supporters were also there. The majority of the supporters were males of varying ages, all excited about the game. The coaches arrived, and there were five in total. Jaq and I queued and were on the final coach to be boarded; the coach. She walks into the drawer and takes out her companion for the moment. She turns around and I watch her face and the way she walks to the leather chair. She stands for a moment by the chair and looks down at the chair and then though the open window. She opens her gown and let it slide to the floor where it falls into a small pile. The moonlight sets her body aglow and she looks like a fallen angel. The leather creaks and squeaks as she makes herself comfortable on the chair. She’s almost sighs.