”So we did.“And action,” said Ken. Yeah, really, he said this.I did my ‘grumpy power executive’ entrance, Ken’s briefcase in hand and plop...ped down on the couch next to my ‘wife’ who gives me a loving peck.“Good day, honey?” Becky said. She was wearing a cream blouse and a light tan skirt.I grunted a power executive reply and ask what she has been up to.“Masturbating in my own shit, darling,” she replied sweetly.“Glad one of us had a good day then,” I said trying not to laugh, this hadn’t been. “I've brought some water for you, you need to rehydrate” with that all hope of any sort of sex flew out of the windowMelissa proceeded to massage my leg, Louise watched her intently, Melissa gave my foot a massage, then moved onto my calf. Louise would ask questions as Melissa worked on my leg, eventually, Melissa reached my thigh. Both of her hands began to push gently up my thigh, stopping at the edge of the towel. Her left hand worked the inner thigh, whilst her right did the outer. Smith just kept eyeing me up and down; he made me feel nervous and embarrassed. They talked about business and other things but I wasn't listening - I was too uncomfortable. I just sipped my orange and was planning to say I had to be going home now. Mr. James suddenly put his hand on my thigh and changed the subject. He said to Smith, "Before you came we were just getting relaxed and friendly." Then he looked at me and said, "Weren't we?" All I could do was nod my head. I heard Smith draw in. Hence they hired my firm to audit the books and look for hidden liabilities. The president of the big conglomerate wanted me to do the job personally rather than one of my employees and was will to pay my inflated fee to get me.So at the beginning of summer, I found myself living in an extremely nice beach house for the summer compliments of the large conglomerate. It wouldn’t show up on their bill as a beach house but they would pay none the less.When the realtor showed me around and gave me.