He stepped back and told me to look at him as he took more pictures.“Ok Andy, spread your feet apart just a little wider, bend forward at the waist ...and put your hands on your knees”. “yes daddy”He walked behind me and started running his hands on my pantied bottom. “That’s a good girl”. Then he pulled down my panties half way to my knees. “You have a very feminine looking ass Andy”. He took more pictures. “What’s your wife’s name Andy?”“Jenny”“Well Andy,” as he groped and squeezed my ass. "But they straightened it all out. All you have to do is callthem." I did," the man said. "As soon as the receptionist told me you werehere." But what about the job?" Andy said. He had to fight to keep a beggingtone out of his voice."There is no job," Nilstadt said. "We filled all the warehouse positionslocally. Why would we have to fly someone in from Las Vegas? It's ascrew up." I need that job," Andy said, his desperation obvious."I know," the man said sympathetically. He clasped his hands in. And then we were back on thedance floor, my rear pressed into his groin, or the reverse, straddlingone of his legs as I pressed my head against his chest. He liked to playwith my neck and pigtails, running his hands through my hair, and thendown my back to grip my rear. I found myself giggling and blushing at theattention, and it was probably another hour later before I found myselfbeing led off to one of the couches.Everyone was necking or making out here, so I was surprised when Isuddenly. ) That 300,000 I had taken time to split between three very Government insured, and non-connected banks. Oh and not to forget all the annual county taxes and school taxes. Thank God everything was in a county where the biggest town was over a thirty some miles away, and held exactly 3,512 people. It was of course the county seat. Still there was a plus, the land was considered agricultural. So as long as I grew a few acres of something sellable every year I had the lowest taxes possible. But I.