He lowered his arm, his hand cupping my breast, raising it enticingly as he remarked on its firmness. A lone voice in the crowd shouted out that they ...should see it properly.The auctioneer's hand delved in his jacket pocket, only to reappear with a magician's flourish, banishing a pair of scissors. A snip at one shoulder and I felt the strap slacken. He walked behind me, another quick snip and the other strap was rendered useless. His fingers, cold against my back, unhitched my bra. My arms. Mike was almost back on his feet when she grabbed him by the hair and yanked him backward, then slammed him into the ground and placed her foot on his chest.“Feel free to wake up when you’re ready,” she told him, then held up a hand full of purple fire. “But try to last. I want to carve you up first.”Pain radiated through his body, but now that he had a moment to concentrate, he was able to disperse most of it. She had gotten the drop on him, that was true, but this was his Dreamscape, and he. .? Is... umm... your hymen still intact?” I asked.“Yes it is... I’m sorry Master.”, she replied, not making eye contact. I reached up and pulled her head close to mine, forced her to make eye contact, and replied, “I love that I’m your first... but I’m sorry that it will hurt.” I paused and then gave her permission. “You can try to put it in now. Get into a squating position with your feet on either side of my hips so you can control how much goes in. Go slow.”She moaned and moved her feet. Until one particular night, I woke up again. This time, I did not hear the usual whispers but rather, heavy breathing and panting along with passionate moans that had propagated and wafted to my ears.I tried to go back to sleep, but the sounds were particularly noisy that night. Thinking back on it, that was probably the first time I had woken up in the midst of them having sex. The first thing that greeted me upon opening my eyes was not someone that I knew but rather, a woman in heat.No,.