“There you will see the first of our wares tonight. A few women were already crawling down the aisles, their breasts skimming the ground, prowling in search of their prey. “Oh, I see,” Master J said, evidently enjoying himself. The girl yelped, tripped, and was soon being hauled across the carpeted floors like a bag of flour. The crowd was trying to pay attention to the bidding, but the images on the screen were turning everyone on to such a high extent that several people were forcing their dates into their crotches to get off quickly. “You want my cock in you, don’t you?” He snarled, and his fingers began slipping into her slit. “There is a twist tonight, ladies and gentlemen.”
Dead silence reigned over the crowd, thick with lusty anticipation. “You’re soaking wet, honey,” He purred. These meetings happened once a year – once a year, over two hundred of the top Masters displayed their best slaves, trained for months at a time, and sent them off to the highest bidder.
