By having every country which wanted a tax bite believing that the corporation and its employees belonged to some other Country, she got away with onl... paying a minimal 'Corporate Tax' for doing business in each Country. Since the fees from just one satisfied customer paid the Corporate Tax in most cases, it was no hardship. There were still Individual taxes to be paid for Eliza and my salaries, but the Devil's Accountant knew of so many loopholes and dodges that it was a paltry percentage.The. My fingers laced through hers. My other hand slid from her shoulder back to her waist. My fingers splayed over her stomach. Slowly, I started rocking my hips back and forth, humming in her ear. She sighs, relaxing against me, swaying her hips in time with mine. I draw our joined hands towards her heart, resting them over her breast. Softly, lingeringly, I glide our hands in a circle over the soft swell, making the circles smaller and smaller until we are only teasing the pert nipple poking. She started carefully getting up on her shaky legs, leap up and land on the horn ahead and above her. Smashing her cunt painfully hard. This way the perverted competitor was skipping the hassle of using her limps on the slippery ledge in exchange for ten seconds of extreme agonising suffer in her groin. And she was getting quiet good at this, managing to cling onto the only support on the wall without falling. As the time went by the female started to try and land on her butt, but there was not. After William and I married we began to enjoy reading erotic stories to each other.It was just a kink. One night I read him a story that I actually wrote from my diary. About half way through, he realized it was he and I in the story. He was intrigued and wanted to know how I had such detail. I confessed, I had the diaries.He never asked to see them, but let me read different things from them, different situations, different times. He was fascinated.He said that if I gave him a list, with the.