You’re really a blonde, aren’t you. You know that dying your hair doesn’t make you suddenly smarter,” he laughed at his own joke. He was undre...sing me with his eyes as I stood there, tablet in hand, waiting for him to begin. There wasn’t much undressing to be done. I was only wearing a short, light sundress over a bra.“You wanted to mark up the reports, sir?” I asked in my most professional manner.“Why don’t you come sit on my lap and I’ll show you what I need?” He suggested with that sadistic. .MrYance swats your ass hard oooohhhhh yes sir I bet you let him fuck your ass nice and good yes...I cant let my secret out he is going to want those lips and that ass all the time now... i hope not sir I can almost promise you yes he fucked me so hard it hurtMrYance pulls you up, and pushes you down on the couch pulling your panties aside I get intofront of you squat and line my cock uyp on your boi pussy themore often you get fucked ahard the less it hurts mmmm im sorry for fucking him. I don't want a large firm. I want someone with some humanity." Jill is indeed a fine accountant," John said. "But again, we're not used to dealing with the amounts of money you're talking about, nor are we the least bit familiar with taxation of entertainment revenue. We keep books for small businesses here — restaurants, hardware stores, bakeries, that sort of thing." Accounting is accounting, isn't it?" Jake asked. "And tax laws are something that people like you are supposed to be good at. “Poor Dad,” I giggled in return. “Forever imprinted. You say ‘grilled cheese’ and he gets an erection.”“Erections’re useful, you know...”My brown-haired sister/lover/wife. How did THIS thing find all my buttons and know how to push them?Haley’s turn:“Grass strips’re cheating,” Rob said. “Don’t get lured into the trap.”“Trap?” I asked back.“Yeah. Grass has some ‘give’. You can slide just a little bit, so if you’re not exactly straight when your wheels touch, you slide just a little and you think.