...White collar creative accounting crime and excessive laundering of money to tax havens offshore sounds like the sort of unacceptable societal trans...gression that most of us initially think, well fuck the tax department, they are screwing the rest of us anyway; so cheers to anyone with the balls to try to stay one step ahead of them. However, when it turns nasty and those internal revenue bloodhounds scent millions not helping the government keep pace with health, welfare and their own tax. I took hold of the hair on top of her head and started to fuck my cock in and out of her mouth. Pushing a bit deeper each time. Pet soon started to gag as I forced my cock deeper into her mouth. I had no intention of cumming yet so I let go of her hair and told her to stop sucking my cock. Pet quickly released my dick and it bobbed up and down leaving more sticky trails on her face before coming to rest on the side of her nose. Her eyes were watery and a small amount of drool had escaped her. Gradually my left hand began to rub her breasts more firmly and her body began to sway in time with the movements while her head tilted towards me as far as she could so that we could kiss. Our first kiss was quick and smooth but it soon turned into a frenzied mix of tongue and lips. Finally I could hold off no longer and my right hand moved up the inside of her leg to land on her perfectly smooth pussy that had swollen with excitement. As my fingers touched her bare flesh her head fell back in. To prepare for next weeks performance, I would need to listen to it every night before I go to bed. "Don't disappoint me, Rita!" he said with a smile when I was my way out. Back at home, I thought no way I am going to listen to those mp3's. By the time I got to bed, Janet was already asleep. Curiosity caught the better of me and I put on the headphones and switched on the mp3."Hello Rita!" It was the soothing deep voice of Master Rob. "Are you a good slave girl for Master Rob?"I wanted to take.