The Chauffeur ( # 28 ) Guns and Other Stuff

By PABLO DIABLO

Copyright 2019

CHAPTER 1

When I woke up on Tuesday first light, Jill was still all entangled in me. It took a couple of moment to untangle and not wake her. As I stepped into the shower, it dawned on me that neither the security guy wire nor the logic gate mass had made it here. I made a genial annotation to telephone set both.

I knew that our safe guy was now handling the lock variety at the hawk. need to have Sharon ask him to block up by at his appliance and finish installing the safes that he left in one of the bedrooms.

I was excited with today's agenda having the constabulary pistol range on it. I am very curious about who has firearm preparation and who does n't. We 're due at the range about 10am and I believe that Dakota has a listing of who wants to get a line and how many limos we need for everyone to travel.

Roger had set us up with someone that he knew and trusted in teaching firearm prophylactic and usage. I suspected that both CG son, Fred and maybe privy have experience with a firearm. I haven't heard anything from any of the ladies about late firearm training. I smelled solid food being cooked, bacon and maybe some sausages, nut, and toast.

There was a belt on our door. I unlocked it and found Jennifer and Paula standing there. Both were already dressed, smelled wonderful, and had big smiling on their faces as they were both excited in this mornings adventure. They both kissed me, but their reasoning for knocking was to ask about if the teacher would be bringing sufficiency artillery for all of us who are attending. I assured them he would have enough for all of us. They smiled, kissed me and left. I looked at our clock and woke Jill. She needed to get into the shower and get cook for our adventure.

I got her up and going. I headed down the hall to our primary kitchen. To my surprise, I found both Sammy and Bobby cooking breakfast for everyone. John and Diane were already eating, of course of instruction, with John, that was an tremendous quantity of solid food he was consuming.

"trade good dawn everyone,"I said smiling.

I got stack of groan, a couple of secure mornings back, and a couple of completely mum because coffee had not taken effect yet.

I went around kissing all the gentlewoman, warning John that I was NOT going to kiss him, which drew a big joke from everyone.

Amy told me that the surety guys had already called and would be here shortly. The gate people said that since we had changed the epithet from The Commune to the Chateau it would get hold of a bit more sentence to fix the name over the gate. The condom guy said he would withdraw care of the safe's soon, as he was working diligently on the locks of the Hawk.

I pointed out to Amy that we needed a place for her to have the security measures to be set up, easily accessible to her, and being recorded on a cloud server. She said she already had a location set up just off the primary kitchen with a secondary emplacement in the big kitchen. I was glad she had a plan in mind.

Since I had already gotten dressed in my dress shorts and a Cuban style shirt, I headed outside to the pond homes. I noticed the lights on in the pool home that was now a porn studio. I knocked. Allison answered. I heard moaning and groaning in the background. I saw both twins on their stifle in strawman of cat that I recognized from the porno industry. I didn't see Belinda though. When I asked about her, Allison took my hand and led me to a back chamber, where she was the centerpiece of a 12-man rophy jerk. She whispered in my ear, how rouse she was wearing her collar in the planetary house the other day and is looking forward to doing the same thing again.

I asked her how using the studio was going, she said that she has had a marvellous response and now has a small waiting list, that included a couple of cat that specialize in the BDSM lifestyle. I reminded her about that guy and his prank slapping her around, which was not going to be allowed as she was now MY submissive. She readily agreed, noting that she was only directing the BDSM shoot and would not be part of anything without my personal permission, which I was not going to present her.

I did lean into her and whispered to her that she is my favored subservient. This made her grinning. She offered her religious service to me, but I declined to say that she was working and needed to focus on that. She smiled and kissed me whispering in my ear how felicitous she is now that she has a Dom that she can trust.

I squeezed her ass as I left the porn studio. As I walked back across to the star sign, I see John peering out the glass doors at me with a big cheesy grin on his face.

He opened the door for me. I responded,"No St. John, it's not what you are hoping happened. I was just checking on our porn studio as I saw their lights on,"He just shook his headspring and went on about his business.

This cockcrow the business firm was buzzing. I wasn't sure what got everyone moving around so early, but with Bobby and Sammy cooking, the planetary house smelled delicious. I took a home base full of eggs, sausage, sirup, and pledge. The hombre also set out a glass of pineapple juice and milk for me. I sat at the kitchen board thinking about what Mom had said about needing a formal dining way tabular array. She was right. I texted her that I had seen a pecan table somewhere and thought it to be a beautiful board, but that our table penury to be able to sit down at to the lowest degree 20 people.

Both Dakota and Jill came to the kitchen. Dakota was all grinning seeing the coffee pot all filled and waiting for her. She kissed Bobby and Sammy on the face before filling her coffee berry cup.

Jilly also filled a coffee cup, but she also held a shell out looking for food. Sammy gladly heaped food onto her shell. She picked up Mrs. Butterworth 's syrup and carried it over to the table. She used it and then I used it covering my sausage balloon cake with the sugary substance.

I heard a splash and looked out to see the two Gemini the Twins naked in the pool. This drew a chuckle from the inside chemical group. I sent Saint John out there to check out on them, which he did gladly. They reached up and under the pretence of him helping them out of the pool, they pulled him into the pocket billiards fully clothed. Those of us who were watching laughed out loud. John was glad being in the puddle with two au naturel twins. I looked around but didn't see Diane anywhere.

Both twins took to kissing lav. They pushed their naked bodies against him and began removing his clothes. The first thing he removed was his wallet. He now needed to dry it as soon as potential. Thankfully, he did not have his cell phone in his drawers sack when he hit the water.

Corey dove under the water only to emerge with John's trouser and pugilist underdrawers. John looked over at the sign and just smiled. None of us cared if he has some kitty sex with the Twin, in fact, I think a yoke of the guys, like Marcus, envied John. I leaned over to Marcus and told him to go join John, I 'm sure they would be intimate to experience you as an summation. Marcus wasted no clock time in getting up, shedding his apparel and went running out into the consortium. I saw Christmas carol swim over to Marcus and begin playing with him.

Amy told me that my boxwood had arrived yesterday, while I was in the bedroom with Jill. She put them in the straw man bedchamber behind the living room. I got up and headed there, with Amy following close behind. I opened the doorway to see about 50 FedEx boxes of various sizing. I didn't even have it away where to start out. I told Amy that I wanted the twins and Marcus to handle the same sorting job here that they did at the Hawk.

As I went to turn around, Amy cornered me. She put her blazon around me and pulled me in for a osculation. I pulled her to me, figuring that she felt a bit lonely without Tina being here. I walked her out to the living room. She shed her clothes quickly and began shedding mine. As we both got naked, she sat me down on the lounge and straddled my lap. She positioned herself over my humanness and lowered her sex onto me. I began slowly thrusting into her. She began moaning as we rocked together. She began kissing me, well, it was more like making out. We parted our lips allowing each other's glossa to enter our sass. I felt her Menachem Begin to orgasm on me, her body stiffening up as she expelled wetness onto my lap. I thrust into her as deeply as I could get.

I felt that terrific twinge as I began to bourgeon rope after rophy of my man semen into Amy. I pulled her into me, hugging her and kissing her. I felt her again reach an orgasm. This time her wholly consistence shook with an orgasmic rush. We declared our loved for each other as I shot another round of sperm into her. She wrapped her lithe pegleg around me pulling me deeper into her as I shot again and again. Her eyes glazed over, and I felt her dead body muscle spasm underneath me yet again.

As we were uncoupling, my piffling Dakota came bounding out from her room to see Amy and I untangling. She came right over to us, kissing each of us. I felt her helping hand rubbing my cum covered putz. Her light strokes felt marvelous. It didn't take long for me to be hard again just for her. She pulled Amy off me and planted herself down on my lap. She impaled herself onto my manhood in one deft movement. We began to sway back and forth. We continued rocking back and forth for quite a yearn time. She began kissing me, licking my neck, and playing with my ear. All of that felt marvellous. I thrust into her, shooting Mexican valium after rope into her. She moaned in total toleration, declaring her love for me yet again.

Amy didn't leave us, she sat on the end of the couch watching us and fingering her own cum filled pussy. She was making a wad on the leather lounge. Her twat was expelling all the cum that I had put in there. She pulled out two fingers full of cum, licking them clean house. She moaned as she cleaned her own finger. As my cock finally began to puncture, Amy took one last lap of my cock taking precaution to clean the cum from Dakota off my manhood. Dakota just smiled seeing Amy being submissive to me yet again.

CHAPTER 2

As the metre for us to result quickly approached, I remembered that Fred had left one of the limos out into the courtyard. He got up, got dressed and headed outside to go occupy up the limo. He returned less than a one-half hour later with the car all filled up and he even vacuumed the car out.

I returned to the kitchen and saw virtually all the playgroup dressed and waiting to channelise to the pistol range.

The other limos arrived, and we all piled into any of the cars. Jill, Dakota, Sharon, and Mom all joined me in Fred's limo.

The rest of the group all chose a car. All three limo were full of our playgroup. Off we went to the handgun range.

Marcus was left behind with instruction about the surety society along with instructions that the logic gate people may evince up as well as the locksmith putting the remaining prophylactic into various rooms around the house. He accepted the responsibility.

As we drove to the grasp, Jill told us about how intemperately it was for her to learn to qualify on the range in the leatherneck, although she was using to a greater extent than just a pistol, she had to stipulate with a rifle as well.

Sharon told us about growing up in a house where her Dad went hunting when the season came around. However, it was all a ruse to ingest a girlfriend on the side. Her Mom figured it out when he came home after a week of being gone ‘ hunting'but he had the take like dress on that he left in. She rummaged through his luggage only to find a cute lacy bra, certainly not one of her Mothers ’. They divorced after that hunting time of year. He married his ‘ girlfriend'about 6 months later.

Mom told us that Bob disapproved of artillery saying ‘ that is the job for someone else'so he never had gas in their mansion. She never ever even handled a gun, let alone shoot one. Fred offered his assist making everyone in the back of the car smile.

Dakota had to be cajoled to tattle about guns. She said she grew up in a tough region, set of gangs, tidy sum of offensive masses many if not virtually had a gun. She said in high schooling one of her supporter was brutalized at gunpoint. She was so shaken up that she ended up committing felo-de-se. She told us that she is very discerning about this breeding. Jill put her arm around Dakota and said something in her ear that I couldn't hear.

Then the burden was on me. I told them about the Sabbatum morning social class that I took my son to when he was about 8. This really pissed off his Mother, but I was intent on taking the ‘ fun'out of handling a firearm. We sat and listened to an instructor teach the kids about the difference between a revolving door and a semi-automatic pistol. He showed the kids how to be able-bodied to appear at a weapon and know if there is a safe or not, how to debase and unload a pistol, as well as how to clean a arm properly. I explained that at his age all his friend were enamored with hitman. He told me several years later as he became a teenager that his topper friend billy goat nearly shot the family dog. He had found his Dad's .45 under his pillow and ran around the inside of the sign when it went off. The dog ran and hid underneath a bed. He remembers how nightstick just dropped the gun on the floor and went running to his bedroom knowing that he was getting a lacing when Dad got home. As I told this account, we arrived at the range.

When Fred parked the car, he turned around and said that he wished more parents took the responsible road. I agreed with him as did everyone else in the limo.

I was happy to see the size of it of the group once we all emerged from their several limousine. The instructor introduced himself and his supporter since Dakota had warned him about how big our group would be.

We all followed him into a classroom eccentric setting where the learning would get down. He had many More pistols than we needed, which was a relief to me.

As we all took a seat, I noticed that Dakota was seated right next to Jill. Fred, both CG boy already had firearms and carry permits. The instructor had us satiate out the carry permit form if we wished to be cleared to hold and wield a firearm.

The commencement two hour of the training were…. well…. boring. Necessary, but boring.

Before we were even allowed to handle a piece, we had to pass a short quiz about handling a gun that the teacher had put together. It was a spry quiz, but it took everyone off safeguard a bit. Surprisingly John the Divine and Dakota both finished ahead of everyone else. Jill and I were moments behind. The teacher told us as we were working on the quiz that as you finish you then get to pluck a gun to learn with.

trick chose a Adam Smith & Wesson .357 Dakota took hold of a small-scale Smith 9mm that fit her hand.

Jill took hold of a Glock 9mm. I picked up a larger variation of Dakota's Smith 9mm, this one had a longer stock that fit my handwriting better.

Mom, well she was quite suspect, she picked up a gun like she was picking up a abruptly rat. This made respective of us chuckle, but it was Fred who saved the day with her helping to select a gun to her size of it but not with such power to overwhelm her. He gave her a charter weapon semi-automatic. It fit her hand and coming from Fred she kissed him on the cheek.

Sharon, Paula, Allison, Donna, and Jennifer all relied on someone else to choose their gun. Of form, privy wanted to testify off, but the CG boy kept him in his seat.

It surprised me to see both Sammy and Bobby with us. I guess I never anticipated them joining us, but I was glad that they did. They each took a Glock as Jill had. Everyone was inspecting their gun. One of the CG boys sat next to King John explaining that although a .357 is a great gun, it's better suited for the movies and not in actual life. He selected a Smith & Wesson 9mm which toilet took reluctantly and gave up the large revolver.

In my head, I again see the matureness level of John growing. Not all that long ago, he would throw argued about what gun he wanted, but here he listened to reason and made the permutation. Maybe I need to include him in a rattling work sitting with me.

Now it was time to guide out to the range, but before we did the instructor gave us each a pair of safety glasses. He also did not give us ammo until we got to the range, he said he would then cave in us five rounds each. Paula made us snigger again asking what a round of drinks was. The teacher explained that around was another give-and-take for bullet. Paula shrugged her shoulders and Jill patted her on the back.

The instructor divided the group down the middle of the category. One half of the class went with the primary teacher, the former half went with the assistant. We all got up and followed our respective instructor with him putting each of us at tell stable in which to film from.

I chose the very end, closest to Dakota and Jill. I wanted to see Jill shoot, but after hearing about Dakota's previous experience with a small-arm, made me worry about her.

Somehow, King John ended up on the other side of me. Jill laughed when she saw me and my shadower, even Dakota laughed a bit seeing john next to me.

In my chief, it thought this to be a rather light labor, boy was I wrong. I guess I should be well-chosen that we were all shooting in the same guidance at to the lowest degree. It was clean who had handgun training and who did n't. I was n't bad, all my circle at least hit the target paper. However, pitiable Paula and Jennifer had no rounds hit the mark newspaper. They were both ready to give up almost immediately. The primary teacher moved Jennifer and Paula closer to the CG son, that way each one of them could cave in them gentle suggestion about being Sir Thomas More successful.

Sammy and Bobby also helped. They each made gentle prompting to Donna and Allison, although I don't think Allison was comfortable holding the gun. She kept putting the gun down after each crack. Sammy told her to fire all five round of drinks then put the firearm down.

Next, to me, I heard five crack all grouped together. I turned and saw Jill coaching Dakota. Jill, the CG guys, Fred, and Sammy and Bobby all had put their rhythm inside the black, but the CG hombre and Fred all hit center pile. The instructor offered to deepen the target paper from a butt to one of a ‘ bad guy ’, Dakota readily accepted the offer.

It was as if a light switch turned on with Dakota. She put her next five all in the face of the bad guy……all five ! She smiled at her results, Jill laughed even the instructor made reference that sometimes you just demand something more than than a paper target to make affair click.

The petty instructor went along the shooting lineage offering to change from prey to the bad guy target, John wanted to try. He did ok, all five of his jibe hit the guy, but there was no grouping. Bobby stepped over to John and suggested that he hold up the gun with one hand and the former bridge player act as a base underneath the gun descent to keep the backlash to a lower limit. When John the Evangelist tried the prompting, he got four out of the five together with the fifth one not theatrical role of the group but directly between the eyes. John was ready to be done after seeing that. We all laughed at our new ‘ gunslinger ’. What surprised me the most was the care Jill was showing Dakota on how to properly utilize her weapon.

Dakota would take her five shots, Jill would move over her advice, and then Dakota would fire five Thomas More. Clearly, Dakota was determined to master this and kept at it until her shooting became often better.

I asked the teacher if we could get all our military machine people lined up side by side to each other and have ourselves a piffling shoot off. He shrugged his shoulders and asked the group if they would be willing, which they all agreed. In my headland, I thought that one of the CG son would lift to the top. However, it was a surprise to me that although the CG boys were striking, Fred and Jill took top honors. Fred put all five of his again sum mass on the regular butt. Jill used the bad-guy mark and put all five squarely in the breast. The CG boys all had center masses shots, but each one had one single shot that drifted and touched the line, whereas Fred did not.

Dakota just kept practicing repeatedly, focusing on her mastering this attainment. Jill was clearly a bang-up avail to her giving her advice and direction on bettering her technique.

The early dame all enjoyed the event, but they didn't believe that they would ever need this skill. However, Sharon also kept at the shooting trying to master the acquirement as well. She was quite the spitfire, not bequeath to quit. Mom, well she really didn't feel well-situated using the gun, but she did anyway. She kept trying until all five of her shots hit the target at least.

I was impressed that both Sharon and Dakota were determined to master this skill. lav, well he was his usual Gospel According to John ego, but he again showed signs of maturity date when he was given advice on how to further his shooting skill set. All in all, we had a great sentence. The instructor took a group photo of everyone together holding their gun in front of them. He told me that he would deliver them developed and mail the set to us.

Once the breeding course was over, I felt it was time for another neat lunch at Fred's pet Italian eating house. Mom was excited to hear we would be going back there. In her mind our rock principal would still be there, however, the rest of us just rolled our middle thinking to ourselves ‘ you wish'. It dawned on me that I had made a promise and had not followed through. Before we all got into the railroad car, I pulled Fred aside and spoke to him. He assured me that he would take in fear of what I was asking.

Since the CG boys were Fred's nephews, I assumed that they knew of Fred's Italian eatery. Oddly, they had no clue when I asked them to call ahead and let them know we were coming over, all 14 of us. Thankfully, Dakota had the number already on her phone and made the call.

Everyone seemed all hyped up as if adrenaline was pumped into everyone. There was lots of chattering heading to the eating place. Mom, Jill, and Sharon were all talking as if they were sisters talking about the cute boy in high school.

"Daddy, would it be OK with you if I went domicile instead of eating dejeuner with everyone ? I'm feeling a bit nauseated and the idea of ail bread is making my tummy do flip fall flat,"Dakota said to me.

"Sir, I'd be happy to take Miss Dakota back to the planetary house,"Fred offered.

'' That would be okay, thank you, Fred, '' I answered.

As we pulled into the parking lot, Fred pulled up adjacent to the doorway and let us out. I kissed Dakota before getting out. She assured me it was nil to worry about she was just a bit nauseated.

I got out and everyone else got out of their limo. The CG boys were quite happy as they had never ridden in a limo before today. Yet, the buzz was still about the gun family and the shooting. Everyone congratulated Jill on kicking the hell out of the others, but Jill being Jill politely told everyone that they all ‘ let'her win. In my pass, I wasn't indisputable if they did or not. I knew one of the CG boys was a sniper but shooting a 50 caliber from a moving whirlybird is far unlike than shooting a shooting iron.

Fred left with Dakota. Jill knew by my fount that I was worried about her. The last two times we had pregnancy issues, there was more to it than just being nauseated. I decided to holler Dr. Ronda.

"Hey cutie, what makes you ring me, horny again are you ?"She says in a cute joking manner.

"Well, my sexy darling, I'm actually calling you to please give Dakota a call. She is skipping luncheon with the gang and is headed back to the house. I'm sure that I'm just being a big old worry-wort, but I want to err on the mark of caveat. Will you check on her as a party favor to me ? '' I ask.

"Darling, for you I'd do just about anything. I'll call her when we hang-up. But don't be surprised if I'm at your house collecting my doctor fees,"She gives me a quick phone osculation and bent up.

Jill rubs my back, she knows that I'm worried.

Jill's telephone buzzes.

"Hello, this is Jill Greene,"she says.

There's a pause as I can only hear Jill's side of the conversation.

"Yes, tomorrow morning would be fine. We'll see you then. Have a neat day !"She says before hanging up.

"What was that all about ?"I ask.

"A large stockholder of Winston S. Churchill John L. H. Down wants to buy all of our gymnastic horse track. He's put an investor group together and they would like to meet with us tomorrow first light at the war hawk. They wanted to make certain they were not intruding on any funeral or menage meter with respect to Bob Jaxson."She says to me.

"Well, darling, you've told me that the rails are great cash cows, their operating costs and indebtedness insurance policy have gone up exponentially. I was thinking about the financials you sent me and maybe selling one, two, or all of them would be a just idea. What do you think ?"I say to Jill as we go inside the restaurant.

"If we can, I say deal them all. Right now, they are all in the black, but it wouldn't take much for that to change."Jill tells me as I hold her rear out for her.

"Didn't we get them in the Happy, Happee limousine deal ? Weren't they bought under the limo license and we acquired them for next to nothing like the transcription studio ?"I ask.

"Yes, we did. Let me strike a quick facial expression but off the top of my school principal we may be able-bodied to get them to take the unanimous software, including that one in upstate New York that hasn't made money in three or four years."Jill says. I just love it when she gets into the line of work fashion, she is so sexy then.

The owner comes over to greet us. Before we even say anything, he has two nursing bottle of Chianti and three handbasket of garlic scratch being delivered to the table. He also has several Methedrine of water. Fred had mentioned that we would like water with the repast. The owner did inquire where Fred was. I told him he is running one of our party rest home, as she wasn't touch well.

"mustiness have eaten Hellenic language food, too much lamb,"the owner says laughing. We all chuckled along with him.

I leaned over to Jill and asked,"Darling do you have a company chip with you ? I'll need one for after lunch,"I say to her quietly.

"Sure, let me get you one out of my handbag,"she says reaching into her bag.

"What's it for ?"She asks.

"I promised something and it's time to pay up,"I say avoiding the existent answer with all the ears around listening.

It wasn't very long before photographic plate to the full of spaghetti and core sauce started arriving at the table. It didn't even dawn on me until we were eating that Diane did not link up us.

"Darling, have you seen Diane ?"I ask Jill.

"Um, number to think about it, no,"she replies.

"Jennifer, where's Diane ?"I ask.

"Didn't she evidence you ? She went to the office since she was uncomfortable with handling a gun. She said you told her it was optional,"Jen replies.

"Of course, it was optional. I just don't remember her saying she was uncomfortable with guns,"I reply.

I get up and walk around the board and crouch down succeeding to John.

"Hey, where's Diane ?"

"She's at work. She didn't want to do the gun thing, but she felt she should be at work if not with us. I told her she was being overly spiritualist, but she's serious about making sure you're happy with her,"John tells me.

"telephone dial her up for me on your phone please,"I ask John.

John takes out his earphone and dials it and hands it to me.

"HI HUNNY bunny rabbit,"Diane says thinking it was John the Evangelist calling her.

"fountainhead, hi back Diane,"I say to her chuckling.

"OH horseshit"she replies.

"Darling, why are you at work ? This was supposed to be an sashay day for everyone,"I say to her.

"dada, I screwed up before. I want you to think dependable of me. I figured that if I wasn't at the gun thing, then I should be here at my desk working,"she says back.

"well, darling, we're missing you. No one is here to slap John upside his head when he says something stupid,"I say to her trying to be funny.

I add,"Darling, can we bring you lunch or something to eat ?"

"No, I just had a brace of sandwiches that I made before I left the house this morning time plus, I have a small-scale salad to have got in a bit,"she says back.

'' Diane, are you taking the prenatal vitamins as Dr. Ronda suggested ? '' I ask.

"Well, I keep forgetting,"she says.

"OK but know that we'll talk about fixing that tonight. I want you to have a promising beautiful kid, even if St. John is the Father,"I say looking at King John and laughing. She laughs as well, even John chuckles.

I tell her that I'll see her tonight and hand the sound back to John.

I walk back down to my seat. I stop at Sharon and lean in an ask her,"Will you move down by me delight ?"

I hold my hand out and help her up from the table. We walk down to my spot. One of the CG boys brings her president. Jill scooches over and pulls my chairman over as well making elbow room for Sharon.

I put her plate of food down at the empty bit, hold for the chair to be set in place and hold Sharon's script as she sits down.

Just as I sit down next to her, I see Fred walk in the restaurant. He gives me a quick pollex up, so I know what I asked him to do is done.

"WOW, lunch with the boss, '' Sharon says smiling.

"How has the day been so far ?"I ask.

"Oh, my goodness. This has been a mad day. The gun range, the classes about how to care a gun, dejeuner here, this is an awesome piece of work day,"She says with a big smile on her face.

"goodness, we have an errand to run after lunch before we head back to the Chateau. Oh, by the way, Jill and I need to appropriate the big group discussion room tomorrow. I don't know how tenacious we'll need it but let me book it for the entire day. Also, we need to have java, water, juice ready for tomorrow. We have an investment group meeting Jill and me tomorrow. Can you deliver that ready for us ? '' I ask of her.

Sharon stops eating and dial up the post and has a quick conversation with someone and in just a match of minutes she has everything set up. I smile and thank her. She goes back to eating. As Fred joins us, everyone welcome's him. He sits down following to Bobby and Sammy who are stuffing their faces almost as fast as bathroom, which I didn't think anyone could even come close.

We all sit and select our metre enjoying the food and the friendship of everyone at the table. Fred tells me that Dakota got a birdsong in the car from Dr. Ronda and that she will stop by tonight just to control on Dakota.

"Oh, yeah sir, she told Dakota to order you that your bill is past due,"He says to me.

I just laugh.

We spend about an 60 minutes before I see virtually everyone done. Jill and I exchange detail, I give her some hard currency to pay for the meal and she gives me a company check.

I get up and thank everyone telling them I need to head to the bureau for a bit asking Sharon to join me. She willingly agrees.

CHAPTER 3

We walk outside the restaurant and there is a townspeople car waiting for us. I hold the door open for Sharon and get in with her. The number one wood already knows where we are headed. Sharon asks,"Why are we heading to the role ?"

"We're not,"

"But you said…."she says.

"Just intrust me,"I tell her.

We don't change of location too far, about three miles before we pull into our finish. A Mercedes dealership. Sharon's eyes get big then tear up. I just grin. The driver pulls the car up to the front doors of the franchise. We get out and walk inside.

We meet a receptionist, who inquires why we are there. I just think to myself other than cars what are they selling ?

"Ma'am, we would like to speak to your newest sales representative,"I tell the receptionist.

She picks up the phone and dials individual up.

"She'll be right here. Would you like some coffee or bottled water while you wait ?"The receptionist asks.

"No thank you, we're fine. How long until the salesperson is here ? '' I ask.

From behind me, I hear, `` Hello, I'm told you asked for me ?"a young voice says.

We turn around and see a endearing untested char standing with a big grinning on her face.

"I'm Brandi Johansson. My friends call off me BJ. Do I know you from somewhere because you don't looking at familiar to me,"she asks.

"Ms. Johansson, you don't know us. I asked for the newfangled salesperson,"I answer as I try not to be obvious that I'm looking her body over. I guess I wasn't that subtle as I feel a sack in the rib from Sharon.

"Please name me BJ,"she says making Sharon and me smile.

"OK, BJ, we're here to buy this young lady a car,"I tell her.

"Well sir, we don't sell gondola,"she replies.

"Um, then what are those things parked all over your lot and inside this building ?"I ask now that she has me curious.

"Those automobile sir are Mercedes Benz, the finest automobile on the planet,"she says with a big smile on her face.

"But they're still cars are they not ?"I ask.

"wellspring, um……yes, I guess they are,"She says a bit more subdued.

"Look BJ, we already know the character of MERCEDES. We just need to nibble out colouration and option and tick off to see if you have it in stock,"I tell her.

"Um, OK. Which one do you want ?"She asks.

"It's not for me. It's for Sharon,"I tell her turning and looking at Sharon.

"Hello Ms. Sharon, your Dad says you only have to blame out the gloss and the options,"BJ says.

"My DAD ? No honey, he's my Bos,"Sharon says with a bit of redness to her face.

"Oh WOW, I wish more bosses bought cars for their people,"BJ says.

"Um, did you just call them cars ?"I ask smiling.

"Yeah, sorry. They make a big deal in training to not call them railcar,"she tells us.

"BJ let's start over. Hi, I'm David Henry Graham Greene. This is my building managing director Sharon. My company is buying her a car of her choice and she chose a Mercedes. Can you help us ?"I say to her.

'' Yes, sir. I would be well-chosen to help you. Do you have a model picked out and do you recognize what color is available in the model ?"She asks.

"BJ I was hoping for an E socio-economic class,"Sharon says.

"Which E stratum and what colouring material,"BJ asks.

"Do you have an E-300 in either red or blue ?"Sharon inquires.

'' Yes, ma'am. We have one of each. They are also available in disastrous, ash grey, and white,"she explains.

"David, I would really screw a red one, if that's OK with you,"Sharon asks.

"Darling, it's your car, chose what you want,"I tell her.

"BJ may I see the red one ?"

"Certainly, delight follow me. I just have to stop at our security department desk register them your permission and get the keys,"she explains.

We both get our licence out and mitt them to BJ. As she walks away from us, I again get poked in the ribs with Sharon saying in my ear,"Bet you'd like a stab at her eh ?"chuckling as she says it.

"Would you expect anything to a lesser extent from your boss ?"I reply smiling the whole time.

BJ stops at the security desk who takes our licence and runs them through a machine before he hands them back to her and gives her a set of keys as well.

We walk over to BJ and she takes us by golf game cart to a row of E social class Mercedes. Sharon's center light up when she sees the red one. She grabs my bicep and squeezes as she is excited like a child on Christmas morning.

BJ begins her ramble about owning a Mercedes. 50 pelage of rouge, 15 coats of clear lacquer, 5-star wreck valuation, hand-stitched leather seats, seating for five, rear view camera, blah, blah, bombast. My eye roll listening to the educate actor's line about the Mercedes.

"BJ can we take the vehicle for a tryout campaign ?"I ask.

She opens the door and Sharon gets in the number one wood's tail. I get in the back tail and BJ gets in the passenger English. Once we are all in and secured with the arse belts, she hands Sharon the key fob. Sharon starts the car. She is so shake that her hands are almost shaking.

Sharon listens intently to BJ explain things about this model. I just sit back and listen. The examination drive takes more than an hr as BJ wanted Sharon to experience all the feature article of the car.

"BJ what did you do before selling Mercedes ?"I ask. Sharon looks at me through the rearview mirror and smiling. She knows I'm up to something.

"I bounced around from one retail job to another while finishing college. I began dating this guy, an quondam guy, who told me I would make lots of money selling these cars. I've been working here 3 calendar month now and have not sold even one car. I've gotten fold twice, but they did not qualify for financing. I feel like I got hoodwinked, but I owe them for 12 calendar week of a draw play with no sales,"she explains to Sharon and me.

"Do you like doing this job ? Selling auto, I mean."I ask.

'' At first, yes. It was fun and exciting all new, but now it is getting more depressing by the day. I 'm sorry, I should n't be telling you all this, '' she says.

"Then, tell me what did you go to college for and what would you like to do ?"I ask.

"wellspring sir, I only got my AA degree in clientele finance. I would really like to cause an office job working regular minute but feeling like I was accomplishing things,"BJ tells me.

"Great, then come body of work for me. I think Sharon needs an assistant. What do you say, Sharon, would you like an assistant ? '' I say smiling to her.

"Absolutely Boss !"She says back.

"BJ, I saw a car next to this one in a beautiful blue, is that the Same as this red one ?"I ask.

"Oh no sir, that one is more expensive. This one that we're in is $ 61,000 that dingy one you saw is $ 83,000,"she tells us.

As Sharon pulls the car back onto the lot of the Mercedes dealership BJ directs her where to park the vehicle.

"Well, Sharon is this your car, or do you desire to test drive something else ?"I ask.

"You know I want this one, why are you teasing me ?"She says smiling.

"Because I can,"I say to her laughing.

"Let's go inside and verbalize to your sales event managing director,"I tell BJ.

We get out and head inside. She stops at the security desk and hands the key fob back to the security system guard. She walks us to this diminutive office with a loud desk that has two crappy hard plastic chairs. She tells us she will be powerful back with her sales manager.

It only takes a couple of minutes before she appears with a guy who epitomizes the selfsame definition of a ill-used car salesman. She introduces him as Tony Rollo.

"Hello sir, I'm Tony Hrolf, sales agreement manager. BJ tells me that you're looking to buy that nice red E300. She's a beauty, isn't she ?"He says to me, but what I hear in my straits is blah, blah, rant. My head teacher likened the sound to the teacher's voice in the old Charlie Brown cartoons.

"Tony, I am matter to in that car. What is the dear OUT THE doorway price you can give me ?"I ask.

"well, you're in fate, we have a great deal on special funding for all new customers,"he begins.

"Tony, Tony, stop right hand there. I asked for your best out the threshold price,"I tell him.

"Well sir, we haven't discussed…."

I cut him off mid-sentence."Mr. Rolf, do you need to make a sale, or do you want to waste my time. I have short longanimity for time wasting. I work for a bread and butter. If you can't tell me what I asked you for either get your political boss or I'm going to your contender,"I tell him sternly. I see BJ's eyes get bigger. Apparently, she hasn't seen anyone put Mr. Rollo in his place.

"Sir, I'll be decent back with my boss. The owner of the dealership,"He gets up sounding a bit defeated.

He returns a couple of minutes late with a slender man.

"Sir, this is Klaus. He owns this franchise,"Tony tells me.

Klaus extends his hand and we shake.

"Mr. Klaus, we came in here to buy a Mercedes. No financing just to buy the darn car. Yet, your man here seems to want to ravage my time. I work for a living and would like to get back to doing what I do. So, I'll ask you the same question What is the honorable out the doorway price on that red Mercedes that we just prove horde with this hardworking lady BJ ?"I say in a rear voice, now getting a bit annoyed.

"That car sir goes for $ 61,000 but I can let you have it for $ 58,500,"He says to me.

"And what if we want the blue one ?"I ask.

"Oh sir, that one is more expensive. The MSRP is $ 83,000 but I can let you have it for $ 79,500,"He tells me.

"And that's your scoop cost to me and these are out the door prices, tax, tag, and all your lilliputian preprinted fees ?"I ask.

"OK, I'll take both and I want your self-confidence that BJ here gets the deferred payment for the sale. I'm only here because she worked so hard on this sales agreement. If I didn't need to get back to puzzle out soon, I would cause just left and gone to your competition. How long do you think this will take ?"I say with an air of superiority.

"Sir, we will have all the paperwork done and the cars ready in to a lesser extent than 90 minutes. Will that be sufficient ?"Klaus says to us. However, I see Sharon having a toilsome time sitting still in her professorship, the uncomfortable chair.

'' Mr. Klaus, can we incite to somewhere that is more comfortable. These chairs really suck to sit in,"I say to him.

He leads us to another much more too-generous function. I see the nameplate on the door that it belongs to Mr. Rollo.

We go in and sit down. BJ tries to excuse herself to go back out front to expect for another customer.

"Oh no BJ, you get to stay in here with us. You're our sales agreement person you get to draw the rewards of selling us not one but TWO cars,"I say to her in movement of Mr. Rollo.

He nods telling her to sit down and conjoin us while the new car get-ready department preps the two auto and their back-office the great unwashed prepare all the paperwork.

The three of us chat and joke about luck of things. Sharon goes on a sales sales talk to BJ about how good of a political boss I've been. She tells her about today's adventure, the gun kitchen stove, the class on gun base hit, the fabulous tiffin, and now getting her a new car. I think to myself that BJ is truly a beauty. She is certainly more beautiful than the Twin Corey and carol While she is no Jill, nor Dakota, nor even Amy for that matter she is quite beautiful, you can see it.

A conservatively dressed noblewoman comes into the place and sits down across the desk from us. She turns her paperwork around so we can see the two sales agreement contracts as she goes over them billet by line. Once she is done, she asks for payment. I write out the curb to the epithet of the dealership and in the amount of $ 138,000, signing my name at the bottom. She looks at the check and asks if I'm the new CEO of the company that she saw on MSNBC. When I tell her that I am, she asks if she could get a mobile phone earpiece picture of us. I tell her only if our sales person BJ is in the photo.

The three of us stand together, the ladies flanking me as the back-office dame snapshot three pictures trying to create sure she gets a good one. I ask that a copy goes to BJ as her kickoff cut-rate sale. She assures me that one will.

"BJ how close to breakeven does this sale get you ?"I ask her.

"Pretty close, maybe even a smidge ahead,"she says.

"Please go get our dear Mr. Rolf,"I say to BJ.

Sharon knows what's coming following, of course, I have n't been shy about affair, I just do n't like Mr. Rollo.

"Ah, Mr. Rollo, I want to thank you. You made it easy for BJ to throw in the towel your firm. I'm taking her with us. If you think she still owes your firm money, feel gratis to send me the note. I'll have my forensic effectual team go over what you say she owes you crease by occupation. Should we find even one penny out of place, I'll have no choice but to file complaints with the California Better Business dresser, the California Department of clientele, AAA, and any other delegacy I can think of. Please enjoin Mr. Klaus we thank him. auf wiedersehen Mr. Rollo, '' I say to him as I get up and get out with BJ and Sharon.

As we walk to the door, I script BJ the paint to the blue car.

"I want you to espouse Sharon and me to my star sign,"I say to her.

BJ stops, turns around and runs over to a desk. She opens the bottom drawer and pulls out a handbag. She walks back over to me, stopping at the security system desk and handing over her keys and security tag to the guard and says sayonara to him.

"BJ, please hand me your headphone,"I say to her.

She hands me her phone. I put my prison cell identification number and the address of the Chateau on her speech sound and tell apart her to use the car 's GPS to get to my theater. She hesitantly agrees. I can tell that she is very unquiet. I just turned her life upside down, but hopefully for the better.

As I get into the red Mercedes with Sharon, my phone buzzes. It's Jill.

'' Hey, there Sexy. What's up ?"I say to her.

"Did you just buy Sharon a Mercedes ? They called to avow that you had the authorization to subscribe a handicap for that amount,"Jill says to me.

"Well, Sharon has a new car. I'm very glad that I fulfilled my hope to her when I hired her. Hey, I have an idea about tomorrow, let me talk to you when we get home, oh, and I have another new somebody to get together our group. I hired our car salesperson,"I say to Jill.

"How blonde is she ?"Jill asks laughing.

"Sharon, William Tell Jill what you think of BJ,"I say to Sharon.

"Jill, she's beautiful. I'd do her in a minute, you would also. I can't time lag until you see the car that St. David bought for me,"Sharon says as she hands the earpiece back to me. It dawns on me that we'll need BJ to set up the blue tooth in both cars when we get to the house.

As we turn down the serving road to the house, I see in my visor mirror BJ's typeface. She is astounded at the menage. We pull into the courtyard of the Chateau. I see the gate guy cable have installed the logic gate, but it is still in the capable attitude. I also see the security guy rope van here. Although, I don't see the safe guy's vehicle.

Sharon parks her car in the absolute substance of the courtyard. BJ parks the blueness car side by side to Sharon's car. We get out of the elevator car and head to the room access. BJ is shocked and amazed. When we open the doorway and go inside, I was worried for a second that she might just pass out. Her psyche is swirling, and she is spinning around trying to see everything. Sharon takes her hand and tells her to keep an eye on her.

Jill and Dakota come bouncing over to me. Both of my noblewoman give me a big romanticistic kiss. I take Jill by the hired hand and take her outside to the courtyard. I ask her,"Jilly, what's your favored color ?"

"bluing"

"OH, MY GAWD, DAVID, IS THAT FOR ME ?"She says screaming with excitement. Dakota follows her over to the car. I toss her the key fob and tell her to take it for a spin. Both she and Dakota get in the car. They slowly circle around and then peel out of the court heading down the service road at some ungodly speed, screaming all the way.

I shake my read/write head and walk back inside. Sharon comes bouncing over to me and gives me a huge passionate osculation, right in front of BJ. When she breaks from the osculation, she takes BJ's paw and tells her that she's going to get a tour of the shack.

They bound off together. I smell some secure solid food cooking, clearly, Sammy and Bobby are working. I go into the kitchen and ask what smells so good.

"I'm making grilled Gallus gallus to thrash into freshly made alfredo and egg dome. Sammy is making some finger food starter and I think he's going to make a multiple layered vanilla and strawberry cake for dessert,"Bobby tells me. I look at the microwave oven clock and see that it is after 5pm. I feel bushed and sit down at the table.

I have a delicate duo of hands cover my centre, but by the scent, I can recount that the hands belong to Amy.

"Hi Daddy, you have a guest on their way over. She says you owe her for an recreational account. dad, I thought Jill handled all the bills ?"She asks.

"Yes, my dear, Jill does take tending of all the real account. However, I'm guesswork that our guest is Dr. Ronda. She's referring to wanting to make for with me, she hasn't had the opportunity in a while. Oh, Amy, this is BJ. I hired her away from the car dealership. She's going to be Sharon's helper at the Hawk, so please defecate her feel welcome,"I say to Amy.

"Um, Mr. Greene,"BJ begins to say.

"David,"I correct her.

"Or dad,"Amy interjects.

"OK, David. Who are you ? I mean this theatre is bigger than the shops that I go shopping in. And you seem to let beautiful cleaning woman bouncing all around here. Are you, um, Hugh Hefner or someone like that ?"BJ asks me.

"No, Hugh Heffner changed the cosmos. He made nude painting pictures of women into a worldwide powder store. I 'm just trying to fix my fellowship, Jaxson Inc."I say to her.

"BJ, in the exam campaign you made mention that you dated an elder man for a bit who convinced you to get a car salesman ? By chance, was the erstwhile guy Mr. Rollo ?"I ask her.

'' How did you know ? I thought no one knew, '' She says with a stunned flavor on her face.

"I watched the way you acted around him and the way he dismissed you,"I tell her.

"What do you mean ?"she asks.

"When you thought you were supposed to go back out and hold off for another customer, he just dismissed you. No recognition for selling two machine, no thank you for doing a commodity job. He was content to just let you go away. He really got ticked off when I told him that you were to stay since it was you that made the sales event,"I tell her.

"Yeah, he's dating the other new gal. She's even younger than me. She's just barely over 21 and me at 25 is now the old gal. We're the merely two lady that work for that dealership, all the other sales representative are men,"she tells me.

Melanie comes around the box. She kisses me and sits in the chairman between BJ and myself.

"Who's this Saint David ?"Mom asks.

"Mom, this is BJ. I hired her away from the car dealership to be Sharon's assistant,"I tell Mom.

"David, this is your Mom ?"BJ asks.

"No darling, I'm David's boss's widow. My husband, Jacques Louis David's genus Bos just passed away and Saint David and Jill brought me back from my house in the Hampton to flow out here. Which I'm loving, especially with these cute guys that are here like Bobby and his counterpart Sammy, who is in the other kitchen, '' Mom tells BJ.

I see in BJ's middle that she has enquiry, I get up osculate Mom and even snog BJ on the top of her heading and head back towards my sleeping room to take a quickly exhibitor.

When I get to my bedroom, Amy follows me inside.

"Amy, darling, where is everyone ?"

"Well, John and Jennifer went downtown to get Diane from the office. The two CG guys are remote at the pool and the Twins are in the pool with them. Belinda and Allison are working in the studio apartment. Well, you know where Jill and Dakota are. Mom you just saw in the kitchen. Paula went to the limo party as she had an issue she had to correct. Donna went to the call center, she wanted to check on something that she suspects happens when she's not there, so she wanted to yield them a surprise visit. Fred is taking the limousine back. I don't know where Marcus is, and marking Newberg said he would be back after 530pm. And of course, I'm here available to you if you want me, anytime you want me,"Amy says with a twinkle in her eye.

I put my blazonry around her and pull her to me. She stands on her tippy-toes to kiss me. We stand there for various hour just kissing. I pull her tightly to me. She puts her weapon system around my neck. I feel her midget trunk pressing itself against me. I hear her moan into my mouth as we continue our kiss.

I hear a tenuous roast on the bedroom threshold. I look over to see Sharon and BJ. Sharon brings BJ into the bedroom. She takes Amy's manus and walk out with Amy leaving BJ alone with me in my bedroom. BJ turns around and around looking at the sheer size of it of the bedroom.

"Sir, I'm not sure how prosperous I feel. This is so surreal. You take me away from the dealership, you bring me to your domicile, you have all these beautiful women. What the heck do you see in me ?"BJ says.

"BJ you're a beautiful adult female. Would I like to have physical amour with you ? ABSOLUTELY ! But, only if you 're willing. Everyone who is contribution of my playgroup does this because they love sex and bask making someone else feel good. Everything is consensual and none of it has anything to do with their job. Play, don't sport, it's all up to you. We have lots of handsome guys and other than John and Diane and Jill and I everyone is single. Gospel According to John and Diane are engaged, but they play with everyone. Jill and I are married, but we also play with everyone. If you would like to wager, just pluck someone out and play, we're a very friendly bunch. If you are epicene, virtually all our women here are bisexual. If you know what a swinger is, that probably defines us the adept,"I say to her.

"I don't know. I'm nervous. Sharon can't hold on talking about you and your ability to please a woman. But I see this beautiful petite woman who just left this way, what 's her epithet, Amy ? How do I compete with that ? '' She asks.

'' BJ, this is not a rivalry. As I said, we are just a friendly crowd. When Marcus gets here, I want to innovate him to you. He 's just a bit elderly than you but he 's a literal lover. All the adult female just sleep together to play with him. I think that he would be a corking start guy to play with."I tell her.

"Well, sir, if you think he's a good one to start with, I'll be volition to try. At some period, can I work my way up to you ?"She asks. Somehow, I just knew that this question was lurking in her head.

"Darling, you don't need to work up to me. I'm uncommitted to you virtually anytime. Although, I do bear a dear supporter who wants to meet with me tonight coming over, Dr. Ronda,"I say to her.

I step forward. I put my arms around her and angle in and kiss her. She responds a bit more than I anticipated. Her sass percentage and her tongue snakes its way into my mouth. I feel my prick beginning to tent out my dress pants. She feels it as well, reaching down and squeezing my nearly set up cock. I caress her back. I begin to unbutton her blouse. I let it spend to the story. I reach around and unclasp her bra letting it also fall to the storey. She begins to unbutton my shirt letting it precipitate to the floor as well. Her hands begin to explore my chest as she pulls my tee shirt over my head word. I scoop her up in my arms, honeymoon style and lay her on the romp bed. I slide her mire off her. I see that she has these cute beige lacing panties. I remove them. While I'm standing at the side of the bed, I unbuckle my own knickers letting them fall to the floor. I slide my drawers down as well. I hear a lowly gasp as she sees my hard dick pointing to the ceiling.

I get into the bed, moving my face between her thighs and leaning in to lick her womanhood. She spreads her branch grasping my hair and pulling me into her. I begin to solve and wet-nurse her tasty sex. I feel her getting bedwetter with each biff. I gently put two fingers inside of her scratching on her G-spot. This makes her moan loudly as she splashes my hand and wrist. She is moaning loudly now, pulling her knee up towards her case giving me more admittance to her womanhood. I keep curling my finger inside of her making her climax more and more until the big one hit like a mac truck.

"OH GAWD Saint David, THIS spirit SO WONDERFUL, YOU ARE SO AMAZING, SHARON IS RIGHT, YOU ARE AN AWESOME LOVER,"she says to me as a immense coming rolls through her body.

Another orgasm rolls through her body as I keep curling my fingerbreadth on her G-spot."OH DAVID, I'M CUMMING SO HARD….SO HARD….SO….HAA,"She doesn't finish the phrase as a tertiary orgasm rolled through powerful on top of the secondment one. I let her gather her gage after the tertiary orgasm. I pull her in close and just kiss her. She wraps her wooden leg around me and root for me in tightly.

"Jacques Louis David, this is so much better than anything that I've experienced before. Thank you for taking me away from that ugly topographic point. I guess at some distributor point I need to go home and prepare for tomorrow,"she says to me.

"BJ, you don't need to go place tonight. I have great deal of room here. We'll piece of work something out. I just know you will savour our group. This is only the rootage of your sexual awakening,"I tell her.

She pulls herself into me and kisses me passionately. She lays her head on my bureau and just begins to circle her digit through my breast hairs. It doesn't take long before I hear her lightly snoring as she has fallen asleep in my arms.

I hear Bobby and Sammy announce that dinner is cook. I gently get up from underneath BJ and school principal out, putting on my basketball short circuit and a tee shirt. I leave my chamber doorway open. When I get to the living room, Dakota and Jill are just coming back in with vast grinning on their faces. Clearly, they loved Jill 's new car. I got kisses from Dakota and a bigger osculation from Jill. I whisper in Jill 's ear that we have a new appendage of the playgroup in our play bed. Jill smile and says, `` Well, that did n't take very long, '' giggling at me.

We all head down to the kitchen to get some food. I see John and Jennifer and Diane are all here. Amy asks me if I enjoyed the new gal, I just nodded yes. She smiled and said,"I suspected you would,"smiling the hale time.

I made myself a big plate of food for thought. I thought about just how Nice my life has become since I became a chauffeur. Tomorrow is another day and Jill and I must encounter this investment group about the horse tracks. We all eat our dinner enjoying each former's company.

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