When they get enough items together to hold an auction, they tell us where about a month in advance.”“Been to one.” Mander said. “Bodyguardin�...� one of the attendees. The Auctioneers don’t tolerate funny business at the auction itself. Or after. They’ve a sorta ‘lack of reputation’ to uphold. But before that, anythin’ goes. They figure ‘ow we do each other over before ain’t their problem; they can just pull the plug til next time if they ‘ave to. During an’ after, they’re at risk; so there’s. This time she reached out and pulled away the blanket covering my body. I could not help but get erect at her touch and began to apologize to her.But Dionne smiled silently and made me shut up.She then climbed on the bed and straddled me. I noticed she was not wearing panties, as my cockhead rubbed against her wet pussy lips.Dionne looked me into my eyes as she lowered down her hot cunt onto my hard cock, impaling herself in just one swift motion. She gasped as she kept staring at me directly. “Better. I feel pretty good, in fact. I think I am over my hangover. Remind me never to do that again!”“Put away the books. I have your pardon!” Jack announced.“My pardon?”Jack nodded. “Something like that. While the cat’s away, the mice will play. Come on.”“What do you mean?”He plopped down in an armchair and smiled. “You know the parental units are gone for a few days, right?”Becca grimaced at that. Her parents and Jack’s parents had gone to the coast for a couple of days to meet up with some. Philosopher: ‘Words Without Conclusion’ by Shyster. . . Realist: How apt. Philosopher: ‘The Final Word’ by Shyster. . . Realist: Finally. Philosopher: And finally, ‘On the Works of Shyster’ by Shyster. Realist: I’d just like to see one of his royalty checks. Philosopher: Young man! Realist: Here it comes. . . Philosopher: Do you have a problem? Realist: Who, me? Philosopher: *nods* Realist: Nope. I don’t have a problem. Philosopher: You must have one, because you haven’t shut up.