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Tasha looked around nervously, wishing she was anywhere else but here. She had no idea what to expect as she strained at the chains binding her to the metal post. She hoped that no one bought her, but she also needed someone to. She hated how the family debts had racked up to $5000. And now there was nothing for her to do but be sold to the highest bidder. And not just once, but twice, probably. To 2 different men to pay off the debts.
Shuddering, she waited for the first guests to arrive. Looking down, she was glad to have on some clothing, even if it was see-thru. It gave her courage for what was to come. She wasn't a virgin, but was close to it. At 25, she'd only had a few intimate encounters with the opposite sex. And all of those were dismal failures. She really couldn't understand what the big deal about it was. Not at all. Hunching over, straining against the shackles, her long black hair covered her luscious breasts and made her seem inconspicuous. Or so she hoped.
The doorbell rang, announcing the first guests of the men who'd come to bid on her and 15other girls. The room was big and she was in a corner, grateful for the shadows that hid her small petite body. The first guests entered the room and she shuddered, hoping she'd be looked over.
Tasha looked around nervously, wishing she was anywhere else but here. She had no idea what to expect as she strained at the chains binding her to the metal post. She hoped that no one bought her, but she also needed someone to. She hated how the family debts had racked up to $5000. And now there was nothing for her to do but be sold to the highest bidder. And not just once, but twice, probably. To 2 different men to pay off the debts.
Shuddering, she waited for the first guests to arrive. Looking down, she was glad to have on some clothing, even if it was see-thru. It gave her courage for what was to come. She wasn't a virgin, but was close to it. At 25, she'd only had a few intimate encounters with the opposite sex. And all of those were dismal failures. She really couldn't understand what the big deal about it was. Not at all. Hunching over, straining against the shackles, her long black hair covered her luscious breasts and made her seem inconspicuous. Or so she hoped.
The doorbell rang, announcing the first guests of the men who'd come to bid on her and 15other girls. The room was big and she was in a corner, grateful for the shadows that hid her small petite body. The first guests entered the room and she shuddered, hoping she'd be looked over.
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