”“Stan, what sort of auction is this, if the DEA is involved?” Dad asked.“Oh it’s a special auction on police and agency impounded vehicles,...which have been taken in busts. I know a guy at the auction house who gives me a call when these special ones come around. The state just wants to move these vehicles out of their impound yard, so they will take any reasonable offer.”An hour later after getting to Albany, we turned down Hwy 82 for a while. Stan pointed out the place we wanted, so Dad. “Alex,” she said weakly. “So...you live in the building?” “Yeah, third floor.” “Really? Me too. Although I haven't been living there for long.” Kim emptied her clothes basket into a washing machine and started it as she talked. Now she looked directly at Alex. “Look, I don't mean to pry, but...what are you doing down here naked?” Alex blushed. “My clothes are in the washing machine.” “So you just came down here, stripped your clothes off and threw them in the washing machine? Damn, I wish. I am glad you were able to travel with me this time as I do like it better when you are driving for me.”“Thank you, sir, I will do that and I need to pick up a couple of things I want to take as well. See you at eleven-thirty,” he said as I went to the front door of the office.The next couple of hours were hectic with a lot of questions about my trip. I got the paperwork I needed and told everyone I would check in daily so they knew how the negotiations were going. My other two partners were. As his shaft grew harder with each stroke…. I knew he was just about to cum again.Finally my favorite moment arrived …. the first thick cum-jets shot out of his peter into my mouth…. and I knew I had just given him a memory he would never forget…. We fell asleep though we awakened every so often throughout the night to repeat the same events again and again….In the morning I awoke with the best of alarm clocks …. Cirillo sucking my throbbing rod….. What a wake-up call! Would the pleasure ever.