.”... “Why am I getting taxed twice for...”... “What do you mean Charitable donations are capped at...”... “I give. Where do I sign.”......“Do villains pay taxes, and is it too late to be one?”“Moria pays taxes.”“She sucks too. Accountants are worse than Mr. Peabody. I didn’t think that was possible.” I didn’t bother holding in the laugh that followed that remark, knowing I would get hit either way.Thunk.I was right.“Where are we going? I am NOT in the mood for pizza.”... “Essex County range? .... Aur puri nangiiii ho gai……….. kya kayamat thi yaaro….. gora badan…… chikne bade boobs….. chikni chut………… ab vo mere lund ko bahar nikal kar chusne lagi aur me bhi uski chut ko chat ne ki kosis karne laga……. Bahut maja aaya……. Fir me uske boobs par kutte ki tarah chatne laga… aur vo apni ungli apni chut me dal kar maje lene lagi…….Fir thodi der baad vo dogy style ki position me aa gai aur me dog ki tarah usko chodne ki kosis karne laga……. Pahle usne apni gand me mera lund pi6e se pakad kar dal. “Is that what you’re feeling now?”“Yes,” she whispers.“It’s important that you learn to express these feelings. In as many ways as you can.”She clears her throat. “You want me to be a slut.”“No. I don’t. I want you to be a woman who feels free enough to express herself to me. Feels free enough to explore and know what, why, and how she is exploring.”I walk to the doorway and lean sideways against the jamb again. “Come here.”She stands and walks toward me.“Get on your knees.”A smile flickers. I thought I might just drive off, but in an instant, a split second decision had me pulling into an empty parking lot. He followed. It was cool outside and a light fog, gave perfect cover. I sat, heart pounding as he got out and walked over to my work truck. He was about my age, earlier twenty’s or so, and very heavy. Just average looking and not fit at all, but his confidence and forwardness made him seem very sexy. I opened my door and he stood close. I honestly don’t even remember exactly.