Dumars maids. Please come in and I will announce you."The meeting was short but sweet.Mr. Ito didn't mince words."Ms. Dumars I would like to know wher... your money is?" In the off shore account I had setup for this deal, where it is supposed to be." As of twelve o'clock today it wasn't." What are you talking about? The money is there. Besides you shouldn't have needed it until Monday next week." The seller moved up the date on the deal. I warned you of this possibility. That is why I told you to. My stepmom was only thirty-four-years-old and a damn good looking woman. A lot of my friends had commented on what a good looking mother I had. A real MILF, for sure. I helped her up from the table and she wrapped her arms around me to help her walk toward her bedroom. One of my hands was on her breast and I could feel her nipple through the blouse. It started to get harder and was soon sticking out. As we walked, my hand moved on her breasts. She really felt nice, so I guess my hand was. Cut his balls off. What a little bastard.Oh, you think I'm mad? Oh, no, I'm just getting started. I'll have his balls on my key chain. Little bastard.Okay, look, I know how teens are. I'm one myself. I mean, I'd like to get a look at some of the boys I go to school with. Sure, I'd like to see them naked. Even my little shit brother, I've had a glimpse of him, once even where it looked like he was hard. Dick sticking straight out. Just saw it for a minute, but still, where's he get off doing. One hand reached for the phone and dialed for a delivery service. Quickly and without much trouble the figure orders pizza and two bottles of coke. "Thank god for delivery services" Scuffing their feet, the figure makes their way over to the couch and with a muffled sound lets themself drop into the sofa cushions. They close their eyes again and groan while their hands reach out to fumble for a remote. After a brief search, the figure found what they were looking for and switched on the TV..