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Posting Date 2010-06-12 11:17:03
Author Lynridskinrid
Title Freebies from an Accountant
Category fell in love
Where it happend Isle Of Wight
Age then 25
Age now 26
Gender FEMALE
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Freebies from an Accountant

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The Future Plan Part 3 (Family Freebies )
Peter was due at my house any moment , I was filling the dishwasher and washing machine , he walked in , I had given him a key and put him a code in the alarm system . What was a surprise was his father who accompanied him.
I was a little taken aback. Lynne! , he said, I have been talking with my brother, he is an estate director, and we have some concerns. He went through an outline of how he thought Estate funds were Haemorrhaging, and was clueless as to how long they could carry on.
I glanced at a foot thick of day books. I wasn’t too happy .and I warned him that I may need to use Tim, and there would be a charge for his services. I poked it around over the weekend, and put a call in to Sir Peter to ensure he was aware, to check that he had the same impression that my future father in law had given me. We found some anomalies. I rang Peters Father, and asked a few questions about employees. There seemed to be an assortment of Tractor drivers, seasonal .paid direct into accounts at the Bank of Warsaw. A Few enquiries showed that these accounts were emptied as soon as the funds hit. They were all emptied to an account in Switzerland. The old Numbered account at a Swiss Bank is now a matter of History. Swiss banks have to know clients identities, and have done so since the last century. The account that everything was transferred to was a single account. We made a few enquiries, there was a sum over three million Euros in there, well over three million Euros. We took a good look and it appeared that one of Peter’s brothers had been helping himself for a long time.

I made some enquiries, about the future prospects if this was available for investment. There was some tumbledown out buildings , and I got a refurbishment price from the Brothers Grimm , to produce twenty holiday cottages as a holiday village , and a quote from a management company to run them , renting them from the estate . That and car boot sales, where the sellers produce the goods onto a table at the rear of their parked car, the estate could soon be on a very profitable footing.

They were to have a board meeting at a local Hotel, and I was to be a called in surprise to deliver my findings, and the Brothers Grim had their presentation to give too. Peter knew nothing about this as his father had sworn us to secrecy. I was leaning on the window ledge, when, Jonathon, flicked my skirt up, hey! Look James, she wears stockings, little sister is trying to look sexy. She into thongs too? , James asked. I spun around, Try it and you will be in intensive care. James laughed. Lynne there is nothing you have got I haven’t seen, I even used to change your nappies. Jonathon , joined in , yes but it has got hairier since then , no it isn’t I said , which was a slip of the tongue but amused those prats .
Actually she doesn’t have bad looking legs they, started again. I will strangle you two before the day is out I promised. As I said that the door opened and I got called into the meeting. I was offered a seat, but declined. The sibling teasing had me primed and ready to run. I presented the findings, and one of Peter’s brothers’ started to dismiss it as nonsense. So who is the mystery person, he asked. Knowing that the Bank would not have revealed details to us. I cannot tell you , I said , but an examination of the company Vodafone phone bills shows regular calls from one of you to the bank in Switzerland , so I would suggest that whoever that is in regular contact to that bank . The eldest brother sat in stony silence, as did Sir Peter. So how much is supposed to be in this alleged account, the second brother asked. I expect the bank told you, did they? No but on instructions from your father we arranged transfers to be made to the company accounts of four point nine Euros, leaving a token amount in the account. He went puce, how the hell did you manage that, then miss Smarty Pants. His Father rounded on him; I pretended to be you, he said, whilst I was on the phone. I outlined the suggestions, Brothers Grimm outlined their suggestions, and they got the job.

Peter and Amanda got seats on the board. The invoice for Tim’s time was paid. Tim and I got a present from the Board. I was shattered. As I got in the car , Peter rang the phone , well done , I never got on with him anyway , why didn’t you tell me ? . I am shattered Peter, I said ignoring his words. Let’s go away for the weekend he said. Isle of Wight, how about that. I’ll book it, I said. No! Said Peter, I will, my treat.
He booked us on the Southampton Ferry to Cowes, I was careful driving my car across the ramps, but was soon on board. We were off and on our way to Sandown. He had booked us into a seafront Hotel half board, with a four Poster bed and a balcony overlooking the sea. The food was plain but good. We ate and sat in the bar for an after dinner Gin and Tonic. They had Bombay Sapphire Gin and Schweppes Slim Line Tonic, so with loads of Ice and Lemon I sat back relaxed. The Mobile was off.
We took a couple of drinks up to the room, and I walked onto the balcony, the waves were breaking over the beach below. The warm air was cooling my face. I had come straight from work, so I planned a shower before bed. He stood next to me, and was groping my bum cheek. Lynne do you wear stockings he asked. I wear them because bare legs can look informal , and tights don’t fit tall people well , if they are long enough , they are baggy in the calves . I’ll never understand the male desire for stockings. Peter was fascinated by them. He lifted my skirt and was feeling the bare flesh of my buttocks, his hand being inside my pants.
He seemed to have a great delight that whilst people milled along the esplanade , he was five floors up , stuffing his finger into my now very wet hot hole . He stroked the fingers in and out , then he pistoned them in and out until my knees buckled a little , and I clenched the balcony rail as he took my orgasm in his hands . I had to sit down, and finish my drink. He sat next to me, sniffing his fingers. Peter! , I said, stop that, he was oblivious to my protests. Mm nice, he said. Mmmm Sweaty, I replied .
What a great weekend . what a great step forward

Love Lynne


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