Unlocking the door he studied the package for clues as to who sent it. Pulling the key from the door and pushing it closed with a foot he set the pack...ge on the kitchen table before going to the bathroom. As a youngster he took great joy in getting presents, he was no different to this day. He jiggled hurriedly flushed and washed his hands. Undoing one side of the band-aid, seeing the swelling had lessened around the puncture wounds. Taking a paring knife from the kitchen drawer he sat at the. “Nothing, really,” Jim Brightman said. “They claim we owe $6,500 in back taxes on unreported income; they’ve added penalties of $11,000 for a total of $17,500.”“Their proof?”“Nothing cited. Just this demand notice, and an accompanying notice of seizure of assets. They’ve taken the ranch and our home; they seized our bank accounts and garnished my Army pension. Two days ago agents came with a sheriff’s deputy and seized our car. They’ve left us nothing.”“We’ve got a lead on an excellent tax. His name was Mister Furkarty and the girls in the typing pool called him Mister Fukky because he was quite adamant that they make no mistakes on his official correspondence or they would be reported as deficient in accuracy right on the spot. I noticed that several of the girls just smiled and pretended that they were not affected and I was more curious about that fact than anything else being said in the discussion about his elusive management style.One of the less pretty girls from the typing. Does it go really far?"I clicked on the table lamp and saw her sitting there, smiling at me as her hand slowly and methodically masturbated me.It just felt so good, so much better than when I did it."You really look happy, Todd, this must feel really good." Oh, lots better than good, it feels wonderful. It's gonna make me cum pretty soon." Good, I really want to see. I've seen it on the computer but this is real life, right here. Do you want it faster or slower?" A little faster would be good,.