“Mitch?” she said it as if it were a question.“Yes?” he replied.She giggled and beamed a cute, yet impish smile. “Are you gonna fuck me, or ...ot?”“Yes, Ma’am,” he replied with a grin. He brought her down to the bed, sliding his hand down the length of her body, feeling her breast, her ribcage, her tummy. As he did so, he noticed the same brown freckles dotting the rest of her thin, yet incredible body.He tugged at her shorts and slid them down her smooth legs. As he pulled them down, he nearly. She was petite with long, black hair, pale skin, and small breasts. Exactly my type. The photo had a clean room and she even smiled in the picture. I imagined walking in and seeing her in the same lingerie that the photo featured--thin, black lace that revealed her pink nipples and succulent clit. Fuck it. If it's a trap, oh well., I thought.I walked through the light drizzle of rain, up some stairs, and to the door. My heart was pounding, but I worked up the courage to knock.She answered with. My mindset wasn’t very positive. It was over an hour before Tom called me. ‘Hey, Hon, I found a couple.’ My breath was coming in fast gasps as I went back into the den. I read each of the last four and while they weren’t crude, there was something I didn’t like about each of them. Tom was disappointed but still full of hope. That was repeated for three more nights. I couldn’t believe the quantity. There were at least 150 each night. My ego was slightly stoked by the number, I did check the. Either he is stupid or you didn't give him all the facts. The corporation owns the house and the corporation leases it to me. My name is the only name on the lease so please be gone when I get there. I'll be late so as to give you time to clear out. Goodbye."That was just the beginning of course. I saw my lawyer next day and we counter sued. I was being hateful, but at that point I didn't really care. Thanks to my father, who was the major stockholder in the corporation (57%) and who was one.