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MY WIFE AND THE NO-GOOD LYING SCUMBAG--Part 2

Date: 2/20/2015, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Cum Swallowing, Oral Sex, Romance, Author: senorlongo, Rating: 90.4, Source: sexstories.com

numbers.” He looked shocked so I continued, “Don’t worry, I won’t phone any of them, but we may need to get phone company records. I’ll work with our attorneys if we do. Everything will be kosher and above board. I’m a CPA and I don’t need to lose my license.” We shook hands and I left, hustling back to my office where I phoned Jennie. “Hi darling; I may be home late tonight.” Then I told her about the new assignment. “Privacy and a phone?” “Yeah, so I can at least make first contact. I may be late. I’ll phone you if I am.” “I love you. Be careful.” “I love you, too. Bye.” I returned to my current project, but could see that I’d never finish by three. I phoned Gayle, my second in command and asked her to join me. “Sorry, but I need you to take over this work. Robert has given me a rush job involving the real estate company downstairs.” “You mean Nash?” “Yeah, and that’s all I can tell you other than he suspects some criminal activity by one or more of his agents. I’ll probably be down there until I get it sorted out…if I get it sorted out. It’s a while since I’ve done any forensic auditing.” Gayle laughed. “Every audit is an investigation and I don’t know anyone who’s better than you. I figure a week at most.” We worked together for an hour while I brought her up to speed then she took the file to her office while I took a late lunch down at the deli on the street level. I phoned Jennie and we talked at length between bites of an overstuffed sandwich--pastrami on rye--and ... sips of an ice-cold cream soda. I finished about a half hour before I was supposed to meet with Jonathan Nash. I gathered the tools of the trade—my laptop, calculator, and several legal pads along with a dozen sharp pencils. I told Claire where I’d be in case of an emergency and took the elevator down. The receptionist was shocked to see me, but I was shown through to Mr. Nash immediately. He showed me the office I could use and gave me the key, telling me to be careful not to lose it—it was his only one. The office was small but good enough to get the job done with a typical office desk, a simple padded chair and a blotter with the name of a title insurance company at the top. I plugged in the laptop and the calculator as the receptionist began to deliver the financial records from three years ago. I saw a pattern immediately. Each sale was accompanied by a photo, the asking price, the final sales price and the length of time the property was on the market. Below that was the commission and how it was distributed—part to the agent and part to the broker. In several cases there was another computation—the split with the listing broker. With that information in hand I skimmed through the data quickly until…I saw something different—a $10,000 deduction for mortgage life insurance. I thought for a few minutes until I decided that a meeting with Nash was in order. I strolled down the hallway after locking the door securely. Several agents stopped me, but my cover story worked ...