The idea of being auctioned off was intimidating to begin with. I was ushered into a dimly-lit room in front of a dark sea of suited men.
The handsome auctioneer’s name was Master Barrett. He told me that his job was to help me sell myself.
He removed his suit jacket and stood behind me, slowly running his masculine hands over my body until I was shivering with excitement. I suddenly felt the sensation of oil rolling down my chest and then Master Barrett’s large hands gently massaging it into me.
He placed me on all fours. I felt his tongue caressing my hole, then heard the clinking of his belt and the unzipping of his fly. I held my breath expectantly as his large penis slowly crept into my body.
I looked back at him. He was staring, almost smugly, at the crowd while his dick ruthlessly and repeatedly pounded in and out.
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