"First of all, please let me apologise. I had hoped to spend a lot of one to one time with you the week after we returned from the auction. But, truth... be told, and I'd appreciate you keeping this quiet, but the FBI were investigating me on slavery charges. They apparently had someone, I don't know who, at the auction and assumed that we were in the slave trade. There were others of course who made purchases, but how could they not investigate the Million Dollar Bitch? It would have been. I SWALLOWD AND PUT MY SHAKING HAND OVER ALEX'S GIANT BULGE AND BEGAN TO CARESS IT OVER HIS THONG THEN I BEGAN STROKING IT WITH MY FINGERS. MY WHOLE BODY WAS TREMBLING AS I TOOK MY OTHER HAND AND I PULLED ON HIS THONG TO STICK MY HAND DOWN ONTO HIS GIANT DICK. I PULLED DOWN ON THE THONG AND ALEX SLIPPED OUT OF IT, HIS COCK POPPED OUT AND HUNG THERE ALMOST TO HIS KNEES. THE LESBIAN CAMERAWOMAN SHELLY STEPPED CLOSER TO US ABOUT TWO FEET AWAY TO GET A CLOSE UP SHOT OF HIS BIG COCK AND ME TOUCHING. Robert stayed quiet for a moment.“We’ve still got a few days of fun,” he replied. I chuckled.“You’re a great lover,” I told Robert.“You’re pretty damn good yourself,” he replied.I asked Robert if he minded that I called John.“Not at all,” he replied, reaching across the bed and grabbing my cell phone from the night stand beside the bed.I called John. He was not a happy camper. I told him I understood and that I’d be back home in a few days. He demanded I come home right away. I told him I. “Yeah, this place seems great Sandy. We can see the seventeenth floor in a minute. You have wet my appetite now,” he said, an odd ring in his tone. He looked around as we went back inside to the living room. I stayed silent for a moment letting the property talk to him. “Is it quiet Sandy? Will the neighbors bother me, with their dogs, children, or noisy parties?” He walked behind the bar and poured a drink, looked at me and shook my head. He picked his drink up and gulped it down, as I.