Molly is sold again

"We'll have to inspect, won't we Sadie!"

In one, fluid, well-practiced motion, the well-dressed man whipped a cord around Molly's neck and pulled her over his heavy, wooden desk. Molly began to struggle, kicking and hitting; the man pulled the cord tighter.

"See here!" Mr. Ingram began to object.

"We won't damage the girl," hte man held Molly tight in place, "we have a right to examine our purchase."

Sadie, the man's tarty partner, grabbed Molly's legs and pushed them up and apart. Grabbing Molly's white, cotton knickers, the woman tugged hard. the flimsy. worn fabric gave way. "Well, she's got a cute little pussy here. And just a small patch of hair to match the fire on her head."

Molly again began to struggle, trying to kick the woman who was now touching her privates. The woman swung her fist once, hard. She hit Molly square in the belly; the fight went out of the girl.

Molly screamed as the woman leaned forward and began licking her. Both men were laughing. Sadie licked Molly until the girl was wet and slick, then she probed the girl's tight hole with her dirty fingers.

"Yeah!" Sadie withdrew her finger and lifted her head. "She's fully ripe. A fresh, Irish virgin girl!"

"One hundred dollars!" The man relaxed his grip on the cord. Molly was too frightened to move.

"Seems fair..." Mr. Ingram reached out and shook the man's hand.

"Let's go out and have a drink. We can settle up in the bar." The man turned to the woman, "Sadie, you know what to do!"

The two men left the office. Sadie approached the girl, still lying on the desk. "Welcome to America, girl!"