”“I was born in California, which in my mind makes me Californian, not a Yankee,” I said.“They was on the wrong side in The War, Steve. That m...akes ‘em Yankees. But fergit all that truck for now, welcome! If you get your things, you kin put ‘em in the first room down the hall. That’s the guest room.”“Thanks.”“Hi, Steve, I’m Jason, but you can call me Red; everyone else does,” Jason said, standing up and extending his hand.I shook Jason’s hand and sized him up. He was about 6’ tall with shocking. The bidding moved past five thousand and then six thousand. There seemed to be no ceiling. Harmony started to worry. Nobody was worth that kind of money for a week of sexual slavery. What did her buyers have in mind for her?The bidding started to slow down at seven thousand. The auctioneer was amazed that it had gotten this high. Lot number thirty one was ultimately sold for seventy five hundred dollars. Before she was unlocked from the arm that held her, the auctioneer made some. He smiled at me and asked, "Ok now?" I smiled back, stood up, straightback boobs thrust out and said, "let's get back to it friend." "Attagirl" he grinned back standing up.As we reached the bar he said, "one more piece of advice, if a guy headstowards your boobs, they put tips there, they don't touch or grope, thefloor guy's watch for that, normally it's a $20, but beauties like youand your mates could get $50's!"Did it become easier? Well no, but the way Clive explained it I put itinto. I cannot express the smell in words. It is not a urine smell. It is not a bad smell or good smell. It is something different. Something which I never gone through in my life. Really seductive. The smell pulled my face towards My mother’s womanhood. I separated it and started licking it. I am rubbing it with my tongue.Now the pearl come out. Yes… it is her g.spot. it is very very small and tight. I put the tip of my tongue in her g.spot. started to make small circles in her g.spot. rubbing it.