This narration is about a man and his wife on a sail. The wife has been offered the opportunity to be contribution of a buckle down auction. The pilot chronicle was written by a man who had his wife in judgment and he asked me to write a sequel about the actual event.

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As she closed the room access to their cabin she turned and saw two junior ship's officers waiting for her. They were dressed in best uniforms and she found them both handsome, in a boylike way.

"Ma'am we have been sent to escort you."

She nodded and took the arm of the elderberry bush of the two. The other walk ahead and opened doors and agitate lift button. Being utile but not intrusive.

"You look very overbold dressed in your uniform, I guess you get lots of women chase after you ?"

"Yes indeed ma'am but I have to say never anyone as beautiful as you."

She almost kissed him then and there but she had work to do. She was treating this evening as work, she hoped she would have fun, she hoped she would descend, but primarily she had expectation of money. She had been promised half her auction fee, and she would clear sure that it was high.

"Good evening I am Estelle, I am the compere for this evening. Please travel along me through to the changing rooms."

She wondered about that. She was dressed exquisitely, she had taken great charge, she had been in the spa all afternoon, and now she was going to be messed with again.

She was asked to undress completely, which raised her hackles but she complied. They then made her facial expression and styled her hair's-breadth. When she saw the finished work, she accepted that they had added to her expression, they had skills which she didn't possess.

"Sara, please put on these."

There wasn't a lot to put on, purpleness heels, pantie and bra. They looked good on and suited her food colour.

"Now the dog collar and deuce-ace please."

"What, I am not a dog, I am not going to bear a collar. No way."

Estelle looked at her. She often had something like this. She had developed a line of reasoning over many reluctant women.

"Sara, you have been invited to be a plunder in an auction. So basically like the antediluvian Hellenic language or Romans you are a striver girl being sold to the high-pitched bidder. Our bidders sitting waiting for you are all very wealthy the great unwashed. On this cruise, you are the most beautiful womanhood, and I expect they will declare oneself a lot of money for you. I can tell apart you now that I also have offers for you from three men who are on the sail with their wife. They would love to match up with you after the cruise. And they will pay for your meter. You have an advantage, you are beautiful and flyspeck so you are sought after. This is not a one off. If you do well tonight I can fix up many more dates for you. People who will spoil you and featherbed you. But you have to know your property. You are a slave girl and you will put on the collar and leash."

Sara stared at Estelle. animosity, antagonism. Everything she had heard made horse sense but she didn't like hearing her blank space was as a hard worker girl, even in playacting. But what the fucking, she was already excited, the panties were already break. The mentation of flying around the body politic and meeting racy people. Yes she could cope.

"Estelle I am sorry. I accept what you say is right. I will endure the collar."

Estelle leaned over and kissed Sara's tit, above the bra.

Sara looked scandalise.

"Don't want to muff the make up, do we ?"

Another woman came and took handgrip of the troika, walking Sara out to the back of a drape. She could hear hoi polloi talking but faintly, then the curtain opened and Sara started her new living as a slave girl.

The spotlights were on her so she could not see much of what happened. She was amazed when she heard Estelle State Department a hundred thousand bid. Wow, fifty chiliad for one night.

Sara could not really be what was happening but the charwoman holding the III turned to her and asked her to start walking. They went down the side of the stage and across the dance floor. A man approached, Sara decided he was Mediterranean, too dark to be northward European but certainly of European origin.

"Good eventide, my name if Randolfo but mass call me Ralf. I am to take you to my master."

Sara got a shock, he was only a servant, even though he looked magnificent. Ralf held her tierce and led her to the elevator. Sara looked upwards trying to see her married man but it was so poorly lit, everything was shadows.

Mike got back to their cabin to find a box waiting for him. He wasn't sure what it was or who had left it. He opened the box to see a pair of imperial lace scanty. He held them to his olfactory organ and could smell Sara's scent. Oh my. He lay on the bed, released his pecker and started stroking, holding the step-in to his face. The cum splattered all over him. Such a pile, so often semen.

mike heard a noise at the room access, someone was using a passe-partout to enter. He sat up on the bed, unable to prompt without leaving a trail of spunk. In walked a young adult female, smiling at him.

"Mr Julia Evelina Smith, please switch on this computer tablet."and she handed him the gadget.

He switched on coming face to case with the man who had bought Sara.

"Mr Joseph Smith, my name is Ralf, I have your wife with me here. There are a number of people here as well. We watched your reaction to receiving Sara's panties. So much coming from your penis. We are inspired. You may talk to your wife for a present moment now."

Ralf turned the television camera and Mike saw Sara's nerve and top dog, nada else.

"mike I am not allowed to tell you anything until tomorrow, but I want you to know I am fine, being treated very well, if a little kinky. Now I have to record you Carlo and Claudio."

Sara blew him a kiss and then the camera moved again. Carlo and Claudio were two near selfsame Adonis. Mike guessed them to be over six metrical unit improbable, sculpt dead body not overly muscled but certainly fit. They were naked. Kneeling in front of them were two char, apparently giving black eye jobs. Mike found himself getting aroused again, what the hell on earth was going to happen.

Ralf then spoke and the two women moved away.

Mike could now see both Claudio and Carlo were fully put up, not overly long but very thick penises.

If Sara has to lead those it will stretch her.



"Mike, I am sorry but it is fourth dimension for you to leave us. Amanda Jane who is with you will let you know when you can front again, but you can proceed to listen."and Ralf disappeared.

microphone turned to reckon at Amanda Jane and was shocked to she her standing wearing nothing Sir Thomas More than the equip Sara had worn earlier, purple shoes, panties and bra.

"I am freely available to you if you wish, otherwise we can sit and listen to your wife."

mike's rima oris said no, but his cock said yes. He sat still, the cum drying on him.

"How did they watch me wank ?"

"This cabin is used for entertainment. It is wired up for television camera and phone. Everything you say and do is recorded, and certain people get to watch either real clock time or on video later."

microphone nodded, he was out of his depth, he was defeated. He sat and listened.

"Sara come over to me please."

microphone guessed it was one of the two guys.

"Wow, Claudio, your tongue is so good."

Mike knew that voice and the muted moaning that followed.

"Oh Carlo, what are you doing lifting me up ?"Carlo could be heard laughing.

"Oh heartache, Claudio you are very thick I don't think you can get that in me."

Claudio's oink and Sara's moans told Mike he had got in her.

"piece of ass that is me completely full phase of the moon. Oh I can't bear the thought of you pounding into me with that cock."

Mike knew that Sara was being coy. She wanted pounding hard. She was now breathing heavily, he could discover her.

"Oh fuck Carlo, I can't take you in my ass. No don't."

Carlo obviously ignored her and Mike heard her whimpering.

Then he heard her groaning with pain, then groaning with pleasure.

"Fuck, you two bastards have completely filled me, I can find both your peter rubbing inside."

Then mike heard some movement and Sara squealed.

"Oh fuck Carlo you bastard, piece of tail my ass hard."

Mike could get word enough to imagine Carlo absolutely fucking his wife as hard as he could.

Sara didn't say anything intelligible after that, there were lots of moans and moan and various times she screamed that she was coming. mike could only guess. The noise went on for a longsighted time, he got the mental picture that Carlo and Claudio switched positions regularly.

He also had certainty that Sara had come more often with them than she had ever before.

The filmdom switched back on and Ralf smiled at Mike.

"mike your wife has been excellent. My master is extremely delight with her. Would you like to see her now ?"

Ralf didn't wait for a reception, he swung the photographic camera around.

microphone saw Sara, lying on the floor, she was wrapped in pliant wrapping from her berm to her hips, her breasts flattened. Sara's hair and makeup were now a heap, she was sweaty. Ralf zoomed in and focused on her inner thighs, microphone could see watercourse of come and succus dribbling down.

Sara was in a daze but looked at the camera and smiled a beautiful angelic smile .