A sales guy from a supplier I don't use asked me to a slave auction. This company has always been a little sketchy and since I care about my customers, I haven't been buying their lower quality crap. So I asked around in the fringe community near what I call my estate. What I heard back was, yes this was real, and did I want to attend? I knew this particular couple was kinky but a slave action they could invite me to? OK. So I asked for an invite and told the salesman I was already attending. Definitely don't want to owe that guy anything. So on a grey Saturday afternoon I took my Lincoln out of the barn where I keep my seldom driven vehicles and off I went for dinner and an auction. At $1000.00 a plate the food better be frigging awesome. The address wasn't revealed to me until a half hour before start of event, I had been told what town it was to be in a few days before. Sketchy sales guy is based there, big surprise. I could have made it from the estate but got desi a coffee at Dunk your Donut in Town. Yes, its a ripoff copy, just different colors on the cups and building. When the address Mms came in by text from an unknown # I just about spilled my coffee laughing. I own the building, a warehouse on short term lease to a Reputable Auction company. Gonna need to check that. I also know what supper is as I own 33% of the catering company. That makes me wonder if the 66% owner and manager knows what the event is. He was so excited to get a big sale so soon after opening. Supper is Bhabhi really good local BBQ Scandal and local organic veggies. I finished my coffee and made my way over, aiming to be at least 15 minutes after opening so as to blend in as much as possible. There was a sign at the entrance that said private function and as you pulled in a guard in a black suit that asked to see my ID, There was thirty or forty flashy black cars already there. More than indian half were Chauffeur driven. Parking was laid out for maybe 200, maybe more. I parked facing way from the building in the closest available spot. I could smell the BBQ as I stepped out of my car. Supper is going to be awesome I thought with a smile. Another black suit on a gorilla with his hand out for my ID, except he asked to see my invite. He had to tell me the text message was the invite. So I showed him my phone. He pulled out a cloth bag with a number on india it and gave me a claim ticket. “Sorry sir, no phones or cameras allowed.” and handed me a piece of paper. I had to fight not to smile, 300 Pound Gorilla with a high voice like a little girl. He could break me like a tooth pick. I was glad I put on my good wedding and funeral suit. When I stepped through the door I stepped into a room with a stage and many wealthy people from our area. I do business with about half the guests in the room. Slaves don't get counted as guests I found out. One of those people was a big noise developer that had me buy into several projects and even borrowed several million from me occasionally. He blushed and looked worried when I saw him. His wife had him on a leash, in skin tight spandex speedo kind of things and a ball gag. “Yep. Julie smiled telling her that she swore not to speak of the secret to anyone at all. A minute of lapping her slit was all it took to have the woman under me wordlessly begging in soft velvety gasps. How could Ben not see that? The next things I pulled out of my storage box caused great excitement. “Thank you so much,” he said. My friend straightened and grinned. I’ve spent my whole life working on Scandal this farm or in school while she moved from one boy toy to the next! Mom Bhabhi just remained where she was but Jimmy moved closer, indian pulled slowly at her top until it also was open enough to have three young guys grinning at how beautiful her tits were! “Yes Master, just got to put this on.” I replied lifting my dress up. He didn't care about the fact that his father and sister were next to them, he just had to fuck india Beatrice. "Continue slut, I don't have all day. Dark triangular bush, an incongruous pair of horn-rimmed spectacles on her face. Her arms were back above her head again and her eyes followed my face expectantly as I knelt in between her legs and got closer. I want to fuck where anyone can see.” Elysa cooed into my ear. “Aw, crap! “Mom told me that Cory desi is living here in a farmhouse owned by her family. “We wont kill you,” said Jill, “just Mms cripple you a little.” She turned back towards my cock and moved her hand to grasp my fully erect dick. Almost three fourths the way back, Derrick had both ships stop beside Admiral Hartwell's ship. Just then, there was a knock on the door.