Half acting half real.

After kissing his lovely wife, Frankie talked through what they wanted him to do and stepped back outside.

He waited for Frankie to tell him to press the doorbell, and shortly after, the door was pulled open. “You mush be George, I’m Wayne,” he pointed to each of the others in turn, “Xavier, Luther and Dayton. You know your wife.” Abbey was standing between the guys, Dayton’s big hand around her waist.

“Hi, nice to meet you all,” he said stiffly.

“Come on in.” Wayne stepped away from the door, “So, you are here to sell your Abbey to us, yes?”

George nodded, “Yeah, she’s had this fetish for a while, and I just want her to be happy.”

As Frankie pulled the camera back to capture them all, they walked over to sit on the couches. The guys all sat on one couch, with Abbey sitting in Xavier’s lap and George sitting in the single lounge opposite.

“Cool, well, as you know Abbey came around last night for us to test the wares. I just want to check a few things before we sign the contract. You know our website, you know what we do?” Wayne continued.

George again nodded, his cock hardening at the thought of what was to come. “Yeah, I do, and so does Abbey.” Luther pulled Abbey onto his lap, and she squealed. “You will fuck her, tattoo her and breed her.”

Abbey purred and moaned as he said that. “Cool,” Wayne said. “Normally, we have contracts for some time. A lovely lady will come here for a month or two. But I understand you want to do something different?”

“Abbey doesn’t want to be a slut for a month,” George said. “She wants to be sold.”

Abbey moaned again. “Yeah, I want George to sell me to the house for as long as you’ll have me,” she said.

Luther had reached around to squeeze her tits through the sundress she had put on for this recording. “And when we are done with you?” Luther asked.

Abbey moaned, “I’ll be yours, so I guess you would toss me out or sell me on.” Her voice was thick with arousal.

George jumped in, “Though I would like fthe irst option to repurchase her,” he ssaid-.

Luther moved his hand between Abbey’s legs and slid his hand up under the skirt of her dress, and she moaned again. “Your naughty wife isn’t wearing any panties,” he said.

The guys laughed before Wayne said. “Alright, we can agree to that. We are prepared to offer you $100,000 to buy your wife. We will have her for at least a year. We will use her as we like, fuck her,” Jasmine was moaning as Luther was obviously finger fucking her. “We won’t ever use protection, we have parties here, and she will entertain guests. We may decide to rent her out, etc.”

“Oh please, yes,” Abbey was rocking her hips into Luther’s fingers. “Please George, I want this, I want to be theirs. I want them to own me.”

“When we are done with her, and only then, we will sell her. I’m not saying it will be in a year; it may be longer. But when we decide to sell her, you will have a first chance. We will decide the market price if and when we sell her.”

Xavier pulled the top of Abbey’s dress down and leaned over to suck on one of her nipples. “Oh God,” Abbey moaned, “I want this, I’m sorry George but please, sell me, let them use me.”

“Do we have a deal?” Wayne asked, standing up and holding out his hand.