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DesireDespite my desire for cock, I'd quite liked the look of her. The quiet ones are always the strictest mistresses. I love being objectified like this, I love the fact that I am property. I, who hire and fire and have all the power and money my profession affords me, am suddenly helpless. Leroy is also taking bids from someone else I can't see, so I don't know if the bidder is male or female, young or old. I part my legs farther, my micro-miniskirt showing just a hint of glistening pussy, and my price tag doubles to $13,000, the highest price of the evening so far. "Do I hear $14,000?" asks Leroy to the mystery bidder lurking in the audience. "Lot six, going for $14,000. At $14,000, lot six. Going, going, gone." He bangs his gavel down on the podium with such force that it sounds like the crack of a whip. I stare as hard as I can into the blackness, straining my eyes until they water, eager to meet my master or mistress, but no one is forthcoming. I look to Leroy. "Ladies and gentlemen," he says, addressing the spectators. "I'm afraid I've bent the rules a little, but this is for our favorite charity and I hope that you will forgive me ...» | Код для вставки книги в блог HTML
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