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Sam concluded that it was not his problem. Bill had been careless and Sam had just cashed in on an opportunity. At 800 Friday, the armored car manager notified the cash operations head, Carter Stevens, that the armored cars assigned to deliver cash to the client banks had not been able to leave for their routes because of not having cash for their routes. Carter authorized use of emergency funds so that the banks would get the cash they needed to open and conducted a quick investigation that included an inquiry meeting with Bill. “Bill, the armored car coordinator called me this morning and told me that the case that was supposed to contain the cash only had blank paper in it. “For now, the situation is dealt with to make sure our clients have what they need but now I need for you to write down everything you did yesterday and especially focused on taking the case to the armored car vault.” Bill was stunned. “I don’t know how this happened.” “Just write down everything. And I mean every little detail no matter how unimportant it might seem to you. “I am not accusing you of stealing but there is a problem. And now I need to move forward to recover the company’s funds.” “I understand.” “I’m just doing my job, cute Bill. “It’s nothing personal but I have to do my job.” “I know.” Seven days later, Bill and Carter had a follow up meeting. “Bill, we have hired a private detective to look into the loss and if we find some other explanation something may change but for now I have to hold you responsible for the loss for not following approved procedures to keep your eyes on the case at all times when it was in your custody. “I have a letter that I’m going to ask you to sign that says you will be able to keep your job only if you will agree to a repayment plan” Bill made an initial payment as a result of the repayment plan agreement, put his and Cory’s house up for sale at a reduced price, gathered up his travel documents, and fourteen days later left Des Moines to live at a fishing lodge he had bought with plans to retire there in Manitoba. Cory and George stayed at the same hotel her parents stayed at during their Pisco diving trip. After they checked into the hotel in Pisco, Cory looked through the hotel services guide and recognized the name of the concierge, Aaron Ruiz. Once they had checked in George went to beach leaving Cory and Aaron to talk for several hours in the square over Peruvian coffee, shots of amber Pisco, and sweet Picarones. She and George spent their first month sightseeing in Peru. Cory was proceeding carefully, but George was living japanese it up. For him sightseeing was just not that interesting and he said he wanted to do something else. Cory and Aaron discussed several options that George might find enticing and of all the activities available, George chose deep sea fishing, something he had never done before Peru and with Aaron’s help arranging things he went on a 2 day excursion. It was the opportunity Cory had been waiting for. She said she didn’t want to risk sea sickness, urged George to go enjoy himself, and said she would make a dinner reservation for when he got back. He left early the next morning sitting between some lobster traps as Cory waved from the bell tower of a mission near the water until she saw chick the boat disappear behind the Ballestas Islands, kissed her middle finger, and raised it high above her head. “So long!” That evening Cory and Aaron enjoyed dinner at one of his favorites. He helped Cory get a fire started in one of the out of the way pits in the courtyard and she sat next to it adding wood until the documents and firewood she piled on top of them burned to ashes which she gathered and scattered from a pier down the coast far away from the hotel. The next day Cory boarded a return flight to Des Moines. She picked up her luggage from the baggage claim, her SUV from airport parking, dropped by the office supply story to get a new memory card for her phone, and sat in the parking space with her hands clasped in front of her. Mission accomplished! She saw that she had service, listened to the voice mail, skimmed through the messages, and called Bill’s phone. The number you have reached is not a working number. Please check your number and dial again. She entered the number manually. We find a rhythm fucking in the shower. She took our cocks like a champion. I shuddered and smiled, my nub throbbing and feeling chick extra-sensitive as my climax faded. Her mind was now in the moment. She reached up to restrain them, fingers squeezing the erect nipples as she sighed in mindless passion. How about a little help here? I kiss the side of her face as my cock continues to ravage her ass. Before I could give it to much thought Bill started speaking again “roll over baby girl, lay on your tummy so I can see that beautiful ass”. What the fuck does it matter? So cute you can nurture them and breastfeed them -or be milked like a farm animal-' Tomoko was meeting her interviewers eye now, with a dazed expression and moistening cunt beneath her pleated skirt. You should feel it skin to skin. Back to reality... "You bastard, you're actually trying to make it worse!" she shrieked. I scooted away on the seat, and pulled my arms out of the sleaves, the finished off the dress to the limo floor. He said yes but I should be more careful. “You want this cunt, don’t you Baby” she asked. Standing over my wife, who’s sprawled out on the couch, I felt amazing. Oh, well, we need a japanese break anyway.