Without a word, again, he took a firm grip on my cock with one hand and started teasing the tip and head with the other. Then he started stroking. Sl...wly at first, very slowly. First one stroke. Then I relaxed a little and the he stroked again, then another quickly then another pause. He continued with this random timing. Then a slow regular stroking, getting a little faster and a little faster until he found a rhythm that was bringing me towards climax. I started to thrust into his hand and. When I came to, Dad was snoring. I decided it was time to go to bed andrecharge my body. I needed it.Sunday, September 28, 1997I woke up around 7 am. The house was still quiet. I decided to go for arun. I know I said that I didn't care about track and I would be gone ina week anyway, but I wondered that if I got into shape, the person Ileave behind in 1997 might be able to take advantage of that. I'm noteven entirely sure how this would work once I go back to the future. Whotakes my place? The. She could bring out the worst in any man, and I was no different.I had been lusting for her from the time I had joined the organisation, but had to keep my distance from her as she was in a relation with my immediate manager. All this was going to change now, because my boss had left the organisation for better prospects, and I had been promoted to his post. To make matters worse for Anamika, she was now directly reporting to me, something which she was not happy about, as we did not share a. “A couple of FBI agents just showed up at the shop.”I listened.“Special Agent Stanley Samuelson. ID number 1412327711. The other is...” I motioned for the other agent’s badge. He handed it to me without a word. “Special Agent Randal Michaels. ID number 5439866534. They said they are out of the Chicago Office.”Jim told me to be polite and he would call right back.I returned the badges to the agents and asked if they would like a soda. Neither accepted.“We’d like to ask a few questions, Paul,”.