Marcy had been toying with the germ of an idea to double-cross Mr. Smith. She knew the whole plan for the insurance scam from bits and pieces she had ...eard. Harold couldn't keep his mouth shut, anyway, so they must have trusted her if they wanted her to keep him quiet and out of circulation. They were sure paying enough. She knew where the weak spot in the plan was. Someone had to withdraw the money as soon as it was deposited and move it to another account. That's why Harold was going down to. “What do you mean? Why can’t I have it?”“I have no reason to give it to you. I mean, what will I get out of it?”“What do you want?”I just smirked at her. She got the idea a lot quicker than I expected.Sushma threw open the door and stood there, stark naked, water beaded on her body, her wet hair sticking on her shoulders and back. Her huge breasts wet and nipples hard. She put her hands on her head, exposing everything.“Is this enough?” She asked.I said nothing. I walked into the bathroom, put. Income or expenditure that was not entered remained hidden for the accounts. The clever accountant kept one set for the client – the accurate version - and one for the tax authorities – the version that showed fewer income items and so a lot less profit. The latter set omitted all the transactions that the client wished to hide from the tax people. The former set, being the true version, remained out of sight for most of the time, except when the client wanted to view his accounts and gloat. Blowing cock was Mark’s thing. Somehow, it just seemed to Tom that if you gave someone a blowjob, you would like to get one too, or screwed in the ass or something, but that wasn’t the case with Mark. Sometimes he liked reciprocation, and sometimes it seemed that he could care less. ‘Oh I don’t know, it’s all nice and hard and I’m horny as hell,’ Tom said touching his hard cock through his pants, ‘but I ought to get to bed. I can just jerk this thing off and get her out of my mind.’ He had.