She was a trooper. The black girl gawked in silence, looking like she didn’t know what to do next. “Stop,” I said to the Asian, who obediently ...lowed her stride. I looked at the black girl. “Get the fuck out of my car.” Her face twisted, and she cocked her head back in pure black girl fashion. “Excuse me?” “I said get the fuck out.” Her hesitation put me on edge. Like she had motives. I didn’t need any headaches with her going to the press in the future. I didn’t give a damn that we were both. I heard some rustling behind me in the thicket so i grabbed my knife and quickly moved to the edge of trees, crouching and listening. Hearing there was definitely something or someone in the wet tropical jungle i creeped towards it slowly so not to disturb it on my hands and knees until i could see someone was knocking coconuts out of a tree.It was the most wild but beautiful looking Amazonian woman with thick black curly hair and dark chocolate skin. She had tits the size of huge mangoes and. She held my cock in one hand and liked my balls giving a cool wave of pleasure in my whole body. She was so expert in sex that she liked to dominate over her partner; this was the reason that she was doing everything until now. Suddenly she rolled me on my tummy, now I was lying on bed with my back up. She opened my butt cheeks with her thumbs and licked deep inside my butt crack starting down from my balls to my back. It was a wonderful feeling especially when her tongue caressed my back hole;. You can't be a pig in this business. The tax people can get access to your alcohol purchase records, and with that they have a pretty good idea what your sales volume should be. If you're a pig and take too much, you end up in the slaughterhouse. I keep two sets of books: one for the tax people to see, the other stays in my head. I know how many sales dollars were never recorded and can calculate my real gross profit at almost any time. That's the way I can tell if my employees are stealing or.