We didn’t turn up too early, but in time for the auction.We planned to buy two slaves each. I told them not to bid until the auctioneer was calling ...for last bids. To determine whom we were bidding for, we each drew two random numbers out of a hat. I then put a glamour on all of us.It took me about two seconds to pick out the young buck the informant had mentioned. He was also mine. I’d scored ‘4’ and ‘12’. Kim got ‘2’ and ‘11’, and the other male. I was happy with the distribution, as it. “That’s so sweet. So you really like me? It’s not just the sex?”I blushed. She was so close to bringing out all my secret daydreams about her.“No, it’s not just the sex, Meg. I fell in love with you when we were at the hospital.” My eyes were damp with tears.“Why the tears, baby?” She asked.“Meg, I am so scared . I feel about you in ways I have never felt before, it goes way beyond lust.”She cradled me in her arms. I felt so protected and warm in her embrace. “Talk to me love. Tell me what is. Someone, I assume Marianne, grasped my right ankle and lifted it, allowing her to remove my shoe and slip one side of my dress and panties away. She then repeated the process on my left leg. I next fully expected someone to roll my hose down and remove them also, but instead I felt Marianne's warm breath on my ear as she whispered, "I'm going to leave the stockings on, at least for now, dear. They make such an exotic statement!"As she was whispering to me, a man's hot mouth covered mine in a. ”“Then I’d better not ask...”“Wise,” she interrupted me with another grin. “What about you and black girls?”“Only one, in college. She was African, from Senegal I think.”“Looking at her tits instead of listening to what she was saying?” Tanesha guessed.“Guilty,” I admitted. “She did have very nice tits though.” After that I concentrated more on fucking, and less on conversation. Tanesha’s breasts were slightly smaller than Debbie’s, though her hard dark nipples were longer. She was bucking her.