Kurt brought in an accounting firm and had them go over the books with a fine tooth comb. Then he told one of the CPAs that he needed him to come over...to the office and show his bookkeeper all the things she had done wrong. ‘Be brutal. Break her down. Make her cry and there’s another twenty five hundred in it for you. I need her to quit.’ ‘My pleasure’ the CPA had responded. The next Thursday night Kurt had Barbara work late. He had another worker supervise her so she wouldn’t be suspicious. " Really?" John was surprised, but he really wasn't. It made good business sense to do that, but it never came up in conversation between the two of them."Yes, really, John. Who was this about? Is Julia up there now?" No!", John shouted, then, in a quiet voice, he said, "It's Amanda." Amanda?!? The one you've been pining for all this time? Your high school sweetheart?" One and the same", John allowed himself to chuckle a little. He then had a thought, "What do you mean pining over all this. The hands then fitted another U shaped metal piece just below her cockhead. It, too, was tight. Between the two brackets, the girl would not beable to move a millimeter."You want this phone number on her?" the different voice asked."Yes," came the muffled voice.The hands re-appeared and began to tattoo the phone number I had seen inthe previous videos on her cock. I could hear some wimpering in thebackground. When done, there was a bit of swelling of her cock, but thetattoo artist did a good. Although she was not routinely a squirter, she did squirt this time and soaked him and herself and the sheets below her ass and between her legs. Jake had to pull away and laid his head on his mother's tummy as she panted, her chest heaving, from the massive orgasm at the hands - or rather, the tongue - of her son. When she had finally regained full control of herself, Jake decided he was going to do it again and without warning, gave her a second work over. This time, he slipped a finger.