Then I hear Mistress announce my auctioning and I feel like a huge weight is pressing down on me. I'm being sold? To whom? And why? That wasn't the de...al, was it? The deal was that one day I get to have a choice, not that one day I'm being sold like a pair of shoes.But I still maintain my position, during the whole hour in which people again feel me up and down, some stick their fingers inside me, others pinch my nipples or do whatever they think they need to do. I couldn't care less, I'm still. ” Michelle flushed as Julie went on, “so how long has he been fucking you?” “That was the first time,” Michelle stammered. “Really,” Julie said quizzically as she raised an eyebrow, “wonder who his teacher was,” and then went on, “and whose idea was it for you to bring Chico over?” Michelle thought for a moment, “it was Dad’s” she replied. “And how did your Mom take the idea?” Julie asked. “She was pissed at first then seemed resigned after a few days,” Michelle replied not sure where Julie. “Take your other hand and roll your nipple between your thumb and forefinger.” She took her free hand and pushed the spaghetti straps off one shoulder. As the material fell to her side, it exposed her firm young breast and stiff pink nipple. She took the hard pebbly nubbin between her thumb and forefinger and I watched her pinch as I had instructed.“Uuuunggghhh,” she groaned as she pleasured herself under my watchful gaze. Both of her hands were moving rapidly as she neared her orgasm. Her eyes. . I was just starting to adopt it from him.He moved to the head of the bed, applying a generous, long drop of nuru gel from the bowl right in the centre of my chest. It was stringy, and reminded me of the big pre-cum drip from his knob. I wonder if that's where he gets it...Rubbing it into my collarbone, across my shoulders, down my sides, his hands gliding over my skin, rounding the sides of my tits, over the nipples, indulging himself in giving them a little squeeze. His hands felt so amazing.