Recap of previous episodes: David and Brigitte, an ordinary couple, are ambushed as they leave a reception by a gang of perverts. A striptease followed by fellatio is filmed. Blackmail begins. We enter the room; conversations cease as everyone watches Brigitte, the only woman present. Beer and wine bottles circulate freely, further arousing the men. We reach the stage as planned. It is furnished with a mattress, a small wardrobe, and a microphone. " Good evening, gentlemen. I am Gérard, the organizer of this evening. As you know, we are gathered here to auction off the charms of Brigitte, who is present on stage with her husband, David. The seven highest bids will win a prize, and the winners will receive their prizes right here in front of this assembly. Since you will be spending your money, you can ask Brigitte questions to get to know her better." Then Brigitte will reveal herself, and here too you can ask to see details before deciding how much you want to invest. Tears stream down Brigitte's cheeks; the humiliation of being treated like a commodity overwhelms her. Perhaps a first question? Yes, sir —Brigitte, have you ever cheated on your husband? “No, never until I met Mr. Gérard and his friends.” “How many were there, and what did you have to do?” “With Mr. Gérard, there were four of them. I had to give them a blowjob.” “You mean you had to suck their penises? ” “Yes, that's right.” “ Say it correctly. ‘I had to suck their penises.’” “Have you sucked before ?” “Yes, my husband.” “Do you make him ejaculate in your mouth? ” “No, never.” “And with Mr. Gérard and his friends? ” “They ejaculated in my mouth, and I had to swallow their semen.” “Have you done it again since?” “Yes, tonight when I came here, Mr. Gérard wanted me to give him oral sex and swallow his semen, and he forced my husband to watch. Then Abdou came up behind me and wanted me to masturbate him with both hands. He finished in my mouth, and I had to open my mouth in front of my husband and swallow his semen.” Throughout this confession, images of Brigitte are projected onto the wall, increasingly explicit images as the questions become more intimate. Another question? “Brigitte, do you masturbate?” “I had to masturbate in front of Mr. Gérard and his friends. They shoved an anal dildo inside me and gave me a vibrator to masturbate me to orgasm while I watched them.”Another question, do you get sodomized? "I've never practiced sodomy." Mr. Gérard takes the microphone again. That's not entirely true, she took a vibrator up her ass: look, but never mind. David, will you offer us your wife? I give a small nod of agreement. "I didn't quite hear you. " "Yes ." "Then say so. " "Yes, I offer you my wife ." "Very well, turn her around." I take Brigitte's hand and turn her slowly. She's truly stunning, but I sense that this is the beginning of an exhibition. Her high heels accentuate her back. Her gray-clad legs are slender. "Take off her jacket." I slide the jacket off her shoulders. The slightly sheer white blouse reveals her lace bra. "Undo four buttons on the blouse and pull it open." The bra and the valley of her breasts are revealed. Her breasts are pressed tightly together as she breathes heavily. "Take off her blouse completely so we can admire her nipples through the lace." The room has fallen silent, and Brigitte is blushing with embarrassment at having to expose herself to so many men. "Take off her skirt now." I move behind Brigitte and unzip it. I know that when the spectators see her in a garter belt, a new level of exhibitionism will be reached. I slide the skirt to the floor. There she is, in a bra, thong, and garter belt holding up sheer gray stockings. A hand shoots up from among the spectators. "Show us her ass." I turn Brigitte so her back is to the audience. "Bend her forward." I support Brigitte to help her arch her back and offer her buttocks to the audience. A sexual atmosphere hangs in the air. "Take off her bra." I move behind my wife and unhook her bra, slip the straps over her shoulders, and slide it down her arms. Instinctively, Brigitte covers her breasts with her hands. "Now face us!" I whisper a tender word in Brigitte's ear and position her facing the audience. "Brigitte, take your hands away." Aware that this is the first glimpse of nudity she's revealing, her hands tremble slightly as she lowers her arms to her sides, exposing her breasts. "Bend her forward!"I apply gentle pressure to her back, bending her torso. Her breasts hang below her, her nipples clearly visible, seemingly pointing towards the floor. I'm involuntarily aroused at the thought of offering my wife to the lecherous gaze of the spectators. Mr. Gérard takes the microphone again and asks me to position her on all fours, her buttocks facing the audience. The positions are becoming indecent, and I know it won't stop there. "David, show us her ass, take off her thong." I run my thumbs along either side of the thong, gently revealing the cleft of her buttocks, sliding it down her thighs and finally removing it. Mr. Gérard asks me to bend her arms and press on her back so that her head touches the floor. This position raises her buttocks. A spectator asks me to spread her thighs as wide as possible. I grasp Brigitte's legs, pulling them outwards, which opens her buttocks. Realizing the indecency of her position, Brigitte weeps softly. But the audience wants more and orders me to spread my wife's buttocks. I grab both buttocks and spread them as wide as possible. Brigitte is now completely exposed. "David, turn your wife onto her back and show us her pussy." I help my poor Brigitte get to her knees, then to sit up, and finally I lay her on her back facing the voyeurs. I bend her legs and spread them wide. "Show us her pussy better than that, spread her labia." I place my fingers on her delicate flesh and spread her labia majora. Brigitte is now completely exposed, revealing her clitoris and vulva. I thought the audience was seeing enough. Yet Mr. Gérard asks Brigitte to keep her legs spread vertically as wide as possible. The labia of her vulva, spread apart by me, and her new position allow for a complete view from her clitoris to her anus. "Brigitte, it's time to show our friends a sexual act." You're going to masturbate for them. You'll start with your breasts, your clitoris, and then you'll finger yourself.Obediently, my beloved wife cups her breasts and kneads them, her fingers working the soft flesh. The effect is immediate, and her nipples begin to harden. Brigitte pinches them and rolls them between her fingers. Her right hand slides down to her stomach and reaches her pubic area. Her middle finger slips inside and finds her clitoris, which she stimulates by rubbing it. It's clear that her body is reacting against her will, and she lets out a few moans. Her middle finger slides down further and finds the entrance to her vagina. She gently penetrates herself, and we see her finger disappear inside. She withdraws it only to plunge it back in immediately. She is now masturbating faster and faster. She pauses her caresses to bring her fingers to her mouth and coat them with saliva. She finds the entrance to her vagina again and inserts two of her fingers. Her pelvis moves in time with her masturbation. Yet this is not enough; a man asks me to go up to the bleachers to join him. He hands me an empty can to give to Brigitte. I join her to hand her the accessory. She brings the bottle to her mouth to moisten it and begins to insert it into her vagina. She starts moving it back and forth. The bottle emerges from her vagina increasingly soiled with her secretions. Soon the bottle is fully inside her vagina. Her vagina is stretched to its limit, and her labia minora encircle the glass phallus. A man, more perverse than the others, demands that she get on all fours. With difficulty, still holding the bottle, she assumes the position, her buttocks facing the bleachers. The position is truly obscene, and I notice several men massaging their crotches. Brigi ...

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