The poor clerk gasped with wide eyed surprise! I held that pose, looking up to him and asking coyly "Which one is better..." I pretended not to notice...that my nipples were in his full view, and pointed to the computer games, "... this one or that one?" my flexed arm and discretly pushed the side of my breasts, making the hooters move as I pointed to each box in turn.I was making a big demonstration and he was hard pressed just to understand what I was saying or asking. I usually end in this. "Thirty million," only three left."Thirty one million, ... thirty two million, ... thirty three million, thirty four million," two left."Thirty five million, ... Thirty six million ... Any more bids?"A long wait while the dozen of people on their mobiles talked to their contacts."Thirty seven million ... thirty eight million ... thirty nine ... FORTY." Any more bids ... anyone?"Silence. I slammed the hammer down."SOLD!!"I pointed my hammer to a well known property agent on my right with a phone. I am already wet with anticipation. I start touching myself, avoiding my sensitive clit. I continue reading, the story getting hotter and hotter, and more sexual by the second. I finally relive my clit, and I gently pinch it between two fingers. Oh that feels so good. I love playing with my clit. I just wish a sexy girl was here with me, eating me out. Teasing me, playing with my clit, and thrusting her tongue into my pussy, driving me crazy. Well all I can do is imagine. I imagine as I play. I didn’t respond, I didn’t want to think anything, or didn’t want to look at her. I was so embarrassed because I had on basketball shorts and boxers underneath. So my hard couldn’t hide even if I wanted it to. I go outside and finish the front and back in about 25 minutes. The whole time I was kind of nervous and scared she would tell my parents or one of the other neighbors about what she seen or what happened. I walk back and lightly knock on her back door to let her know that I’m.