“How wealthy? How much money are we talking about?” “How about five years average wages?” “Five...Five years?” “At least, Volka. At least.” The family was nearly moved in when Avan returned to their new dwelling. He told Verity all that Topete had said and her eyes flashed with approval. A week later, the arrangements had been started. Topete led Verity and Avan to a large theatre that catered to strippers, orgies, and back room dalliances. One of its larger rooms had a carpeted runway that coursed halfway into seating for over 100 people, but today, there would only be 21 of Incestia’s wealthiest hedonists. “Are you nervous, Verity?” Avan asked as they waited backstage. The girl laughed. “Why would I be nervous? They want me and they’ll do anything I say. I’m in control. Besides, today isn’t about fucking. It’s just deciding which of them I’ll choose.” An emcee had to repeatedly calm the lusting and whooping men as he told them the girl he would introduce was a light-skinned Kassanian, the kind that Incestian men craved, and that she had long, golden hair, the modest chest of a young girl and a cute butt. He explained that the girl would choose one of the men and that man would have two hours to defile her as much as he wanted and Bhabhi without condoms. “There are a couple of restrictions, gentlemen,” the emcee added. “You can kiss her mouth but you can’t fuck it and you can lick her ass but you can’t fuck it either. Just pussy. And no piss or anything like that. One of you lucky boys is going to get two hours of tight little virgin pussy! And now gentlemen, let me introduce you to the sexiest, purest, little white girl we’ve had here in years. Feast your eyes on this! Miss Verity Volka!” Verity knew how to tease men. In the weeks before, she had imagined it a thousand times and each time, she had found herself very turned on that so many men would lust for her and drool. Because she knew what men liked, she had purchased an ultra-thin schoolgirl outfit with a plaid microskirt, white panties, a white ruffled blouse, Converse sneakers, and knee socks. Hell, her father had been accused of touching a school girl back in Kassan so if he liked it, then these men would go crazy! She spent nearly a half-hour strutting the runway and bending over to show her cute butt in panties as well as her schoolgirl cleavage. Once she had them in a lathered frenzy, she pouted, waved good-bye, jutted her ass out at them, and pranced off stage. For the next hour, she sat in a private office with her uncle Avan talking alone with each man until she knew which one she massage wanted. “Gustav,” she announced. Avan was bothered. She moaned from the sudden empty feeling in her hot little ass. “Daddy, I’ll do anything for you. I felt Kat shudder behind me having a small cum in sympathy, knowing she was probably diddling her slit as I brought Jenny off. “She...She wouldn’t do it. I needed the coin. I squeezed my cunt down on his retreating girth. I went and sat at the other end of the very long couch and used the remote to start the movie. "You... I expected to get a key card for a second room but when dad opened the door to a room, mom and daughter stepped through it. “I'm not, James,” Ruri said, her purple eyes flashing to me. How could he say no? He let go of her arm. But this time before he can sniff her again, Jessica quickly puts her hand over her crotch. Sometimes it feels relaxing when your special person is in your arms. I sat by the window and Ryan in the middle Bhabhi one of the 3 seats. He put his massage big hands under my arms and dropped me on the table. I watch them bring out the bodies covered with the bedsheet found in the brothel and loaded them onto trucks. The demoness held his gaze for a moment before rolling her eyes. I noticed that he was a good looking big burly black man. Jill was a petite black woman and was cute but not model material.