The auctioneer's assistant tells you that will be fine but any damage must be paid for. Seeing you accept his condition he turns leaving the girl for you to inspect as you wish.
You stand watching her for a few minutes and smile as you see a tremble go through her body, whether of anticipation or fear you care not, for each will be its own kind of excitement. Then, reaching forward with one hand you cup her chin forcing her to look at you. A feint sob escapes her as you do so and looks at youwith fear in her eyes.
Running your hand down her neck and across her shoulders you slide one strap of her slave tunic down over her breast, exposing it. It is firm and rounded, not large, just as the catalogue had stated. Cupping it with your hand you run your thumb across the nipple noting how it springs up straighter and harder even as her whole body seems to cringe back against her heels.
Leaving her breats you inspect her eyes for discolouration. Her teeth which are straight and white and her breath which is sweet.
Finally you make her stand and running your hands up her shapely ankles, calfs and thighs inspect every part. Again as promised the lips of her sex are newly shaven. |