"The man's sneer grew. "No boy has the same rights I do."I paused and looked the man up and down. His waistline was definitely growing. His face was a... pasty unhealthy color, and his eyes were bloodshot. "You're right," I said quietly. "I have more than you do." Why you!" the man spat. He took a step toward me, but then began to scramble back toward the entrance to his luxury box."Is that man bothering you?" Maurice asked me."He wanted to meet Ashley and Lenore, but wasn't polite about asking. Trip him, accuse him oftouching you, stamp on his toes, kick his arse". "Not the same, butOK". The girl's face turned grim. "OK, I'll buy Christine". The audience trickled back to the auction, but I remained where I was foranother half hour, then returned to my seat just as No. 119, a strikingly beautiful,long legged blonde was brought on stage. The bidding for her was fierce, jumpingquickly from $10.000 to $50.000 and finally settling at $64.000, when a manin his late fifties raised his arms. I quickly through on a bra, a tee shirt, and a short denim skirt. You answer the door, and your jaw drops. Lia is wearing a short denim skirt, thigh high boots, and a teeny and tight tee shirt. She is clearly wearing no bra, you can see her hardenend nipples through the fabric of her shirt. She hands you as 12 pack that she brought with her, you put it in the fridge as she sits down at the table. I join you two at the kitchen table where we have the cards and chips for a game of poker. My mom comes into the room wearing a white t shirt with no bra, easy to tell by her nipples poking against the fabric, and white cotton panties with holes all over them like moths had gotten to them but instead of throwing them away she thought that these would be better used to tease my son."Hey you mind if I do some yoga here, its the best space?" she asks, I grunt out a yeah while taking in the scene, quickly feeling the blood rush in my dick, forgetting the television and watching the show.