I am presently called 57-5. That is lot 57, number five. That number is painted on my front and back.My new owner will probably rename me if he feels ...like it. Legally, I am considered to be livestock, an a****l to be owned or used. I have no past or no family. I am enjoying being a sex slave too much. Before the auction I am put on public display. There is no barrier between myself and the public. They can look at me and touch me. I cannot prevent it and I must accept it. Often times both men. Apney lund ko poora ghusao meri choot mein.” Shukla sensed my enjoyment and pleasure and said, “ Haan meri pyaari Manju Madam, mera saara lund tumhaari mast choot mein poora ghusaoonga “ and gave a large thrust and his gigantic cock was embedded inside me upto the hilt.The feeling , excitement, sensation of having such a tick and long cock completely indie you and touching all the walls of the pussy is “indescribable”. It can only be experienced and should be experienced by all ladies. I was in. Don wasted no time getting to the business at hand. Brad tells me you are interested in having my cock between your legs he said as he ran his hands across the material covering her breasts and started to caress her bare shoulders. I saw her shudder slightly at his touch and without a word took his hand and led him, not to the guest room this time but, to our own bed which had only the bottom sheet on it. She turned around and stood at the foot of the bed facing Don and said Yes Don. I want you. Feeling her pussy I could tell that she was already wet. "Just so you know," she said, taking my hand away. "So what happens now?" Cath raised herself up and took my cock in hand before gently lowering herself onto it. She let out a little gasp as she slip down its length enveloping it. Cath didn't have the tightest pussy I've ever had the pleasure of. This was just as well, for with over a decade of expectation and desire plus the preceding hour or so of foreplay, a tight pussy would have.