There were even a couple of times when the crack of the auctioneer’s bull whip sounded, causing Joyce to jerk in fear. Her mind was brought back to ...the form and what she had marked. In her mind’s eye, Joyce could see the boxes checked that told potential bidders that she wanted to be forced into face fucking, anal sex, vaginal sex cream pies, masturbation and rim jobs. What scared her more were her marks saying she welcomed spankings with both hands and paddles, a type of multi-strand whip. But the image that really grabbed me was Annabelle taking care of five black cocks at the same time. She was on top and had a cock in her mouth, pussy and ass, and while the guy she was sitting on held her erect she used her hands to jack off two more blacks. Any divorce lawyer would love to have material like that to work with.Now it was decision time. I'd given Annabelle the deal not meaning to keep it. I needed her to go back to her sister's so I could get the material I needed for a. As soon as I walked in I knew I was in trouble, sitting behind his desk in his comfortable chair was the principal, mr Phillips, he was 65 year old man, he had a gut, a head that was going bald with only white hair, glasses that went over his blue eyes and a really nice suit on. If it werent for his suit though one wouldve thought he was a paedophile. Standing beside him to his right was Mr Martin, the Maths teacher whose class I had snuck out of, he looked very serious, Mr Martin was a 34. The downy blonde hair untamed and bushy (well this WAS the early nighties). She d****d her shorts over my face, and I inhaled the scent of her moist pussy.Reaching for the condom pack, she broke one off and tore open the packet. "Looks like we might be ready for one of these." she grinned. She moved forward with the sheath of latex, pinched the bulb at the end and placed it over m the engorged head of my cock. With the other hand, she rolled it down the length. Then, she stood, moved back to.