Depending on the bids, you will either have a new owner tonight, or we may repeat the process tomorrow. Do you understand me?"I was too stunned to spe...ak. Only twelve hours from now people I had never met before would be bidding for unconditional ownership rights to my soft, naked body and every charm and attraction it might hold. And in the intervening hours, I would be forced to perform for them as an absolute slave, using all of my talents to elicit as high a bid as possible from them.The. “K... Oh God...” S groaned your name in a soft tone. You looked up at caught his gaze once more, leaning forward and using the tip of your tongue to lick slowly up the bottom of his hot shaft, all the way to the tip. You tasted his pre, ignoring the slightly bitter taste. You slowly sucked the huge head into your mouth, feeling your lips stretched wide around it. His quick intake of breath, followed by his smile caused you to quicken your suction, pulling more of his shaft into your mouth in. The men of the 123rd and their concubines were enjoying an afternoon's concert on this first Saturday of December, put on by concubines and dependants from across Thule.Up on stage, an all-female troupe of taiko drummers were about to take their turn entertaining the Marines and sailors. All the drummers, including two girls about eight years old, were dressed in traditional Japanese fundoshi (basically a loincloth tied in thong fashion), and headbands called hachimaki. The traditional drums. She simultaneouslycurtsied and stretched out an arm. "Presenting Miss Skyla!" Sheinstantly regretted her theatrical levity.The face that greeted us was a picture of the "thousand-yard stare." Ithink the term originated in the Pacific during World War II. Itdescribes men who have faced unspeakable horror on the battle field, whocan only press on into more horror by detaching themselves from thereality of it. Nathan was looking at us, but he wasn't. The boys, eachholding him by a hand, looked as.