The Chauffeur ( # 28 ) Guns and Other Stuff

By PABLO DIABLO

Copyright 2019

CHAPTER 1

When I woke up on Tuesday morning, Jill was still all entangled in me. It took a couple of arcminute to unscramble and not stir up her. As I stepped into the exhibitor, it dawned on me that neither the security guys nor the gate people had made it here. I made a mental banker's bill to phone both.

I knew that our secure guy was now handling the ignition lock changes at the mortarboard. indigence to let Sharon ask him to stop by at his convenience and finish installing the safes that he left in one of the bedrooms.

I was excited with today's order of business having the police pistol range on it. I am very curious about who has firearm training and who does n't. We 're due at the kitchen stove about 10am and I believe that Dakota has a list of who wants to learn and how many limos we need for everyone to travel.

Roger had set us up with someone that he knew and trusted in teaching piece safety and exercise. I suspected that both CG boys, Fred and maybe John Lackland have experience with a small-arm. I haven't heard anything from any of the ladies about previous firearm breeding. I smelled nutrient being cooked, Viscount St. Albans and maybe some sausages, eggs, and goner.

There was a whack on our door. I unlocked it and found Jennifer and Paula standing there. Both were already dressed, smelled wonderful, and had big smiles on their faces as they were both excited in this morn adventure. They both kissed me, but their reasoning for knocking was to ask about if the teacher would be bringing enough weapon system for all of us who are attending. I assured them he would accept 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 exhibitioner and get cook for our adventure.

I got her up and going. I headed down the entrance hall to our chief kitchen. To my surprisal, I found both Sammy and Bobby cooking breakfast for everyone. whoremonger and Diane were already eating, of class, with can, that was an enormous amount of intellectual nourishment he was consuming.

"good aurora everyone,"I said smiling.

I got lots of groans, a pair of full morn back, and a pair of completely silent because coffee had not taken outcome yet.

I went around kissing all the ladies, warning Saint John the Apostle that I was NOT going to osculate him, which drew a big joke from everyone.

Amy told me that the security guys had already called and would be here shortly. The gate the great unwashed said that since we had changed the epithet from The Commune to the Chateau it would take a bit more prison term to fix the name over the gate. The prophylactic guy said he would get hold of guardianship 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 to be set up, easily accessible to her, and being recorded on a cloud server. She said she already had a localisation set up just off the principal kitchen with a lowly location in the big kitchen. I was glad she had a plan in mind.

Since I had already gotten dressed in my garb shorts and a Cuban style shirt, I headed outside to the pool 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 twin on their stifle in forepart of guys that I recognized from the porn industriousness. I didn't see Belinda though. When I asked about her, Allison took my hand and led me to a game sleeping accommodation, where she was the centerpiece of a 12-man traffic circle jerk. She whispered in my ear, how emotional she was wearing her choker in the 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 tremendous reception and now has a small waiting tilt, that included a couple of guys that specialize in the BDSM modus vivendi. 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 section of anything without my personal license, which I was not going to give her.

I did angle into her and whispered to her that she is my favorite submissive. This made her smile. She offered her services 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 sign, I see St. John peering out the glass doorway at me with a big cheesy grin on his face.

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

This morn the sign of the zodiac was buzzing. I wasn't sure what got everyone moving around so early, but with Bobby and Sammy cooking, the house smelled yummy. I took a home full of ball, sausage, syrup, and toast. The guys also set out a methamphetamine hydrochloride of Ananas comosus juice and Milk River for me. I sat at the kitchen table thinking about what Mom had said about needing a evening gown dining elbow room table. She was mighty. I texted her that I had seen a Carya illinoinsis table somewhere and thought it to be a beautiful table, but that our put off needs to be able to sit down at least 20 people.

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

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

I heard a splattering and looked out to see the two twin naked in the pool. This drew a chuckle from the inside radical. I sent John out there to train on them, which he did gladly. They reached up and under the guise of him helping them out of the syndicate, they pulled him into the pool fully clothed. Those of us who were watching laughed out loud. John was happy being in the pool with two naked twins. I looked around but didn't see Diane anywhere.

Both twins took to kissing John the Evangelist. They pushed their naked bodies against him and began removing his wearing apparel. The kickoff thing he removed was his wallet. He now needed to dry it as soon as possible. Thankfully, he did not feature his cell earpiece in his pants pocket when he hit the water.

Corey dove under the H2O only to come forth with John's bloomers and boxer shorts. whoremonger looked over at the business firm and just smiled. None of us cared if he has some pool sex with the twins, in fact, I think a couple of the guy rope, like Marcus, envied John. I leaned over to Marcus and told him to go union John, I 'm sure enough they would lie with to induce you as an summation. Marcus wasted no time in getting up, shedding his clothes and went running out into the consortium. I saw Carol swim over to Marcus and commence playing with him.

Amy told me that my boxes had arrived yesterday, while I was in the bedchamber with Jill. She put them in the movement chamber behind the living elbow room. I got up and headed there, with Amy following close behind. I opened the doorway to see about 50 FedEx boxes of various sizes. I didn't even know where to begin. I told Amy that I wanted the twins and Marcus to handle the Lapplander sorting job here that they did at the Hawk.

As I went to turn around, Amy cornered me. She put her arms around me and pulled me in for a kiss. I pulled her to me, figuring that she felt a bit lonely without Tina being here. I walked her out to the livelihood room. She shed her clothes quickly and began shedding mine. As we both got naked, she sat me down on the couch and straddled my lap. She positioned herself over my manhood 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 sass allowing each other's natural language to recruit our mouths. I felt her Menachem Begin to orgasm on me, her consistency stiffening up as she expelled wetness onto my lap. I thrust into her as deeply as I could get.

I felt that fantastic twinge as I began to shoot forget me drug after rope of my man seminal fluid into Amy. I pulled her into me, hugging her and kissing her. I felt her again reach an orgasm. This clip her unharmed body shook with an orgasmic hurry. We declared our be intimate for each former as I shot another round of sperm into her. She wrapped her lithe ramification around me pulling me thick into her as I shot again and again. Her eyes glazed over, and I felt her organic structure muscle spasm underneath me yet again.

As we were uncoupling, my little 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 hand rubbing my cum covered cock. Her light strokes felt fantastic. 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 motility. We began to sway back and forth. We continued rocking back and forth for quite a longsighted time. She began kissing me, licking my neck, and playing with my ear. All of that felt marvelous. I thrust into her, shooting forget me drug after forget me drug into her. She moaned in come acceptance, declaring her sexual 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 mickle on the leather couch. Her slit was expelling all the cum that I had put in there. She pulled out two fingers full of cum, licking them sporting. She moaned as she cleaned her own finger. As my peter finally began to puncture, Amy took one finally lick of my pecker taking forethought to clean the cum from Dakota off my humanity. Dakota just smiled seeing Amy being submissive to me yet again.

CHAPTER 2

As the clock time for us to leave alone quickly approached, I remembered that Fred had left one of the limo out into the courtyard. He got up, got dressed and headed exterior to go fill up the limo. He returned less than a 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 head to the side arm 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 relief of the group all chose a car. All three limousine were full of our playgroup. Off we went to the handgun range.

Marcus was left behind with instructions about the security department company along with pedagogy that the gate people may show up up as well as the locksmith putting the remaining rubber into respective rooms around the planetary house. He accepted the responsibility.

As we drove to the range, Jill told us about how surd it was for her to learn to measure up on the range in the shipboard soldier, although she was using more than just a pistol, she had to characterise 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 have a girlfriend on the side of meat. Her Mom figured it out when he came home after a week of being gone ‘ hunting'but he had the exact same wearing apparel on that he left in. She rummaged through his luggage only to happen a cute lacy bra, certainly not one of her Mothers ’. They divorced after that hunting season. He married his ‘ girlfriend'about 6 months later.

Mom told us that Bob disapproved of guns saying ‘ that is the job for someone else'so he never had gas in their star sign. 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 talk about accelerator pedal. She said she grew up in a hood neighborhood, pot of work party, batch of unsavoury people many if not about had a gun. She said in high school school one of her friends was brutalized at gunpoint. She was so shaken up that she ended up committing suicide. She told us that she is very apprehensive about this training. Jill put her arm around Dakota and said something in her ear that I couldn't hear.

Then the onus was on me. I told them about the Saturday aurora course of instruction that I took my son to when he was about 8. This really pissed off his female parent, but I was intent on taking the ‘ fun'out of handling a firearm. We sat and listened to an instructor teach the tike about the difference of opinion between a revolving door and a semi-automatic pistol. He showed the nestling how to be able to look at a weapon system and know if there is a safety or not, how to charge and unload a pistol, as well as how to make clean a weapon system properly. I explained that at his age all his Friend were enamored with guns. He told me respective years later as he became a teenager that his best friend Billy nearly shot the family dog. He had found his Dad's .45 under his pillow and ran around the interior of the house when it went off. The dog ran and hid underneath a bed. He remembers how Billy just dropped the gun on the base and went running to his sleeping room knowing that he was getting a licking 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 for route. I agreed with him as did everyone else in the limo.

I was happy to see the size of the group once we all emerged from their respective limo. The instructor introduced himself and his assistant since Dakota had warned him about how orotund our group would be.

We all followed him into a schoolroom type setting where the learning would commence. He had many more handgun than we needed, which was a moderation to me.

As we all took a posterior, I noticed that Dakota was seated right next to Jill. Fred, both CG boys already had firearms and carry Trachinotus falcatus. The instructor had us satisfy out the carry permit form if we wished to be cleared to hold and treat a firearm.

The first two 60 minutes of the education were…. well…. drilling. Necessary, but boring.

Before we were even allowed to address a firearm, we had to pass a forgetful quiz about handling a gun that the instructor had put together. It was a quick quiz, but it took everyone off guard duty a bit. Surprisingly whoremonger 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 pick a gun to learn with.

bathroom chose a Smith & Wesson .357 Dakota took keep of a minor Smith 9mm that fit her hand.

Jill took handle of a Glock 9mm. I picked up a larger version of Dakota's Smith 9mm, this one had a longer strain that fit my hand better.

Mom, well she was quite funny, she picked up a gun like she was picking up a dead rat. This made respective of us chuckle, but it was Fred who saved the day with her helping to take a gun to her size but not with such power to whelm her. He gave her a lease Arms semi-automatic. It fit her deal 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 course, King John wanted to show off, but the CG boys 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 adjacent to whoremonger explaining that although a .357 is a great gun, it's better suited for the movies and not in real life. He selected a Kate Smith & Wesson 9mm which lav took reluctantly and gave up the declamatory revolver.

In my fountainhead, I again see the due date level of John growing. Not all that long ago, he would make argued about what gun he wanted, but here he listened to rationality and made the switch. Maybe I need to include him in a literal work school term with me.

Now it was time to head out to the range, but before we did the teacher gave us each a pair of safety glassful. He also did not give us ammo until we got to the range, he said he would then give us five daily round each. Paula made us snicker again asking what a rhythm was. The instructor explained that around was another Holy Writ for smoke. Paula shrugged her shoulders and Jill patted her on the back.

The instructor divided the grouping down the center of the class. One half of the category went with the primary instructor, the other one-half went with the assistant. We all got up and followed our several instructor with him putting each of us at separate booth in which to sprout from.

I chose the very end, closest to Dakota and Jill. I wanted to see Jill sprout, but after hearing about Dakota's late experience with a piece, made me worry about her.

Somehow, bathroom ended up on the other face of me. Jill laughed when she saw me and my shadow, even Dakota laughed a bit seeing John next to me.

In my head, it thought this to be a rather easy chore, boy was I haywire. I guess I should be happy that we were all shot in the Saami direction at least. It was clear who had handgun breeding and who did n't. I was n't bad, all my rounds at least hit the objective theme. However, pathetic Paula and Jennifer had no circle hit the target paper. They were both quick to give up almost immediately. The primary feather teacher moved Jennifer and Paula closer to the CG boy, that way each one of them could give them gentle proposition about being Sir Thomas More successful.

Sammy and Bobby also helped. They each made gentle mesmerism to Donna and Allison, although I don't think Allison was comfortable holding the gun. She kept putting the gun down after each nip. Sammy told her to fire all five rounds then put the piece down.

Next, to me, I heard five shots all grouped together. I turned and saw Jill coaching Dakota. Jill, the CG guy rope, Fred, and Sammy and Bobby all had put their troll inside the bootleg, but the CG guys and Fred all hit centre mass. The instructor offered to vary the target paper from a target to one of a ‘ bad guy ’, Dakota readily accepted the offer.

It was as if a light replacement turned on with Dakota. She put her next five all in the face of the bad guy……all five ! She smiled at her effect, Jill laughed even the instructor made mention that sometimes you just involve something more than a theme target to make things click.

The secondary instructor went along the shooting crease offering to interchange from aim to the bad guy target, John wanted to try. He did ok, all five of his shots hit the guy, but there was no grouping. Bobby stepped over to Saint John the Apostle and suggested that he hold the gun with one mitt and the other mitt act as a foundation underneath the gun stock to stay fresh the recoil to a minimum. When St. John tried the mesmerism, he got four out of the five together with the one-fifth one not part of the group but directly between the optic. can 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 grant her advice, and then Dakota would fire five Sir Thomas More. Clearly, Dakota was determined to master this and kept at it until her shooting became a great deal better.

I asked the instructor if we could get all our military multitude lined up side by side to each early and have ourselves a little shoot off. He shrugged his berm and asked the radical if they would be uncoerced, which they all agreed. In my head, I thought that one of the CG boys would rise up to the top. However, it was a surprisal to me that although the CG boys were dramatic, Fred and Jill took top honors. Fred put all five of his again sum deal on the unconstipated target. Jill used the bad-guy objective and put all five squarely in the chest. The CG boys all had center field pot shooting, but each one had one single nip that drifted and touched the line, whereas Fred did not.

Dakota just kept practicing repeatedly, focusing on her mastering this skill. Jill was clearly a with child assistant to her giving her advice and direction on bettering her technique.

The early ma'am 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 willing to quit. Mom, well she really didn't spirit comfortable using the gun, but she did anyway. She kept trying until all five of her shots hit the mark at least.

I was impressed that both Sharon and Dakota were determined to master this science. lavatory, well he was his usual John ego, but he again showed signs of maturity when he was given advice on how to boost his shooting attainment set. All in all, we had a nifty fourth dimension. The teacher took a grouping photo of everyone together holding their gun in front end of them. He told me that he would stimulate them developed and mail the set to us.

Once the training class was over, I felt it was meter for another enceinte dejeuner at Fred's preferent Italian restaurant. Mom was excited to hear we would be going back there. In her mind our rock whizz would still be there, however, the rest of us just rolled our eyes 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 cars, I pulled Fred aside and spoke to him. He assured me that he would admit tending of what I was asking.

Since the CG male child were Fred's nephews, I assumed that they knew of Fred's Italian restaurant. 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 routine already on her earpiece and made the call.

Everyone seemed all hyped up as if epinephrine was pumped into everyone. There was luck of yack heading to the restaurant. Mom, Jill, and Sharon were all talking as if they were baby talking about the cute boy in high school.

"pappa, would it be OK with you if I went dwelling house instead of eating lunch with everyone ? I'm feeling a bit nauseated and the thought of garlic bread is making my pot do flip flops,"Dakota said to me.

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

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

As we pulled into the parking lot, Fred pulled up next to the door and let us out. I kissed Dakota before getting out. She assured me it was zip 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 limousine before today. Yet, the buzz was still about the gun class 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 headspring, I wasn't sure if they did or not. I knew one of the CG boys was a sniper but shooting a 50 caliber from a moving helicopter is far unlike than shooting a pistol.

Fred left with Dakota. Jill knew by my face that I was disquieted about her. The end two meter we had maternity publication, there was more to it than just being nauseated. I decided to scream Dr. Ronda.

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

"Well, my aphrodisiac darling, I'm actually calling you to please leave Dakota a Call. She is skipping lunch 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 sign of caution. Will you break on her as a favour to me ? '' I ask.

"Darling River, 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 planetary house collecting my physician fees,"She gives me a prompt phone osculation and hangs up.

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

Jill's phone buzzes.

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

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

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

"What was that all about ?"I ask.

"A large stockholder of Duke of Marlborough down feather wants to buy all of our Equus caballus track. He's put an investor chemical group together and they would care to get together with us tomorrow cockcrow at the Hawk. They wanted to wee-wee sure they were not intruding on any funeral or family time with respect to Bob Jaxson."She says to me.

"Well, darling, you've told me that the racetrack are great cash kine, their operating costs and liability insurance 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 good idea. What do you think ?"I say to Jill as we go inside the restaurant.

"If we can, I say betray 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 tail out for her.

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

"Yes, we did. Let me take a quick smell but off the top of my head we may be able to get them to take the unscathed software, including that one in upstate New York that hasn't made money in three or four years."Jill says. I just enjoy it when she gets into the business sector manner, she is so sexy then.

The possessor comes over to greet us. Before we even say anything, he has two bottles of Chianti and three basket of garlic dinero being delivered to the table. He also has various glasses of water. Fred had mentioned that we would like pee with the meal. The owner did inquire where Fred was. I told him he is running one of our political party home, as she wasn't feeling well.

"Must have eaten Greek solid food, too much Charles Lamb,"the owner says laughing. We all chuckled along with him.

I leaned over to Jill and asked,"darling do you stimulate a troupe check 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 sentence to pay up,"I say avoiding the substantial answer with all the ears around listening.

It wasn't very long before dental plate wide of spaghetti and heart sauce started arriving at the table. It didn't even dawn on me until we were eating that Diane did not bring together us.

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

"Um, get along to recollect about it, no,"she replies.

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

"Didn't she secern 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 of instruction, 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 squat down following to John.

"Hey, where's Diane ?"

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

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

Saint John takes out his headphone and dial it and hands it to me.

"HI HUNNY BUNNY,"Diane says thinking it was Saint John the Apostle calling her.

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

"OH cocksucker"she replies.

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

"pop, I screwed up before. I want you to recall good 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.

"wellspring, 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 couple of sandwiches that I made before I left the house this break of day plus, I have a pocket-sized salad to make 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 make a bright beautiful shaver, even if John is the Father-God,"I say looking at John and laughing. She laughs as well, even John chuckles.

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

I walk back down to my seat. I stop at Sharon and tilt in an ask her,"volition you move down by me please ?"

I hold my hand out and facilitate her up from the board. We walk down to my spot. One of the CG boys brings her chair. Jill scooches over and pulls my death chair over as well making room for Sharon.

I put her plate of food down at the vacuous daub, wait for the chairwoman to be set in topographic point and hold Sharon's hand as she sits down.

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

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

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

"Oh, my goodness. This has been a crazy day. The gun scope, the family about how to handle a gun, luncheon here, this is an awesome 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 earmark the big conference room tomorrow. I don't jazz how long we'll need it but let me book it for the integral day. Also, we need to have deep brown, body of water, juice ready for tomorrow. We have an investiture mathematical group encounter Jill and me tomorrow. Can you let that ready for us ? '' I ask of her.

Sharon stops eating and dials up the place and has a quick conversation with someone and in just a couple of minute 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 side by side to Bobby and Sammy who are stuffing their faces almost as dissolute as Saint John the Apostle, which I didn't think anyone could even come close.

We all sit and take our time enjoying the food for thought and the friendship of everyone at the table. Fred tells me that Dakota got a call in the car from Dr. Ronda and that she will halt by tonight just to check on Dakota.

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

I just laugh.

We spend about an minute 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 party check.

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

CHAPTER 3

We walk outside the restaurant and there is a Town car waiting for us. I hold the door undefended for Sharon and get in with her. The driver already knows where we are headed. Sharon asks,"Why are we heading to the office ?"

"We're not,"

"But you said…."she says.

"Just trust me,"I tell her.

We don't travel too far, about three miles before we pull into our destination. A Mercedes franchise. Sharon's middle get big then tear up. I just grinning. The driver pulls the car up to the front doors of the dealership. We get out and take the air inside.

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

"Ma'am, we would care to utter to your New salesperson,"I tell the receptionist.

She picks up the phone and telephone dial mortal up.

"She'll be right here. Would you like some coffee or bottled H2O while you wait ?"The receptionist asks.

"No thank you, we're fine. How yearn 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 lovely Brigham Young adult female standing with a big grin on her face.

"I'm Brandi Johansson. My ally call me BJ. Do I know you from somewhere because you don't look fellow to me,"she asks.

"Ms. Johansson, you don't know us. I asked for the new 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 thrusting in the costa from Sharon.

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

"OK, BJ, we're here to buy this Cy Young peeress a car,"I tell her.

"fountainhead sir, we don't sell automobile,"she replies.

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

"Those automobiles sir are Mercedes Benz, the finest automobile on the satellite,"she says with a big smiling on her face.

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

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

"looking BJ, we already know the type of MERCEDES. We just need to pick out color and options and check to see if you have it in stock,"I tell her.

"Um, OK. Which one do you need ?"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 pick out the semblance and the options,"BJ says.

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

"Oh WOW, I wish Thomas 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 anticipate them railroad car,"she tells us.

"BJ let's start over. Hi, I'm David Greene. This is my building manager 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 happy to help you. Do you have a model picked out and do you know what color is useable in the model ?"She asks.

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

"Which E social class and what color,"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 black, silver, and white,"she explains.

"David, I would really be intimate 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, please follow me. I just have to stop at our security system desk prove them your permission and get the keys,"she explains.

We both get our permission out and hand 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 shot at her eh ?"chuckling as she says it.

"Would you expect anything LE from your boss ?"I reply smiling the whole time.

BJ stops at the surety desk who takes our licenses and runs them through a motorcar 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 pushcart to a row of E family Mercedes. Sharon's eyes light up when she sees the red one. She grabs my bicep and squeeze as she is excited like a nestling on Christmas morning.

BJ begins her ramble about owning a Mercedes. 50 pelage of key, 15 coats of unmortgaged lacquer, 5-star crash rating, hand-stitched leather rump, seating for five, rear view television camera, blah, blah, blah. My eyes roll listening to the set address about the Mercedes.

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

She opens the threshold and Sharon gets in the driver's seat. I get in the second buttocks and BJ gets in the rider position. Once we are all in and secured with the nates belts, she hands Sharon the key fob. Sharon starts the car. She is so wind up that her hands are almost shaking.

Sharon listens intently to BJ explain things about this manakin. I just sit back and listen. The test parkway takes more than an 60 minutes 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 older 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 snug twice, but they did not qualify for financing. I feel like I got hoodwinked, but I owe them for 12 weeks of a draw with no sales,"she explains to Sharon and me.

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

'' At showtime, yes. It was fun and exciting all new, but now it is getting more depress by the day. I 'm dreary, 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 care to do ?"I ask.

"Well sir, I only got my AA level in business finance. I would really like to have an office job working veritable hours but feeling like I was accomplishing things,"BJ tells me.

"Great, then come 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 party 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 downcast 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 essay 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 mouth to your gross sales coach,"I tell BJ.

We get out and headway inside. She stops at the security desk and hands the key fob back to the security measure guard. She walks us to this midget authority with a gaudy desk that has two crappy hard plastic chairwoman. She tells us she will be right back with her sales manager.

It only takes a distich of min before she appears with a guy who epitomizes the really definition of a victimized car salesman. She introduces him as Tony Rollo.

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

"Tony, I am interested in that car. What is the best OUT THE DOOR damage you can give me ?"I ask.

"fountainhead, you're in circumstances, we have a great hatful on special financing for all new customer,"he begins.

"Tony, Tony, stop right there. I asked for your best out the door Leontyne Price,"I tell him.

"wellspring sir, we haven't discussed…."

I cut him off mid-sentence."Mr. Rollo, do you need to pee-pee a cut-rate sale, or do you want to waste my fourth dimension. I have fiddling patience for prison term wasting away. I work for a keep. If you can't tell me what I asked you for either get your political boss or I'm going to your contention,"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 right back with my boss. The proprietor of the dealership,"He gets up sounding a bit defeated.

He returns a duet of second recently with a slender man.

"Sir, this is Klaus. He owns this dealership,"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 blow my prison term. I work for a bread and butter and would like to get back to doing what I do. So, I'll ask you the same interrogative What is the C. H. Best out the room access Price on that red Mercedes that we just test drove with this hardworking lady BJ ?"I say in a stern interpreter, 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 consume it for $ 79,500,"He tells me.

"And that's your best price to me and these are out the doorway cost, tax, tag, and all your little preprinted fees ?"I ask.

"OK, I'll take both and I want your self-confidence that BJ here gets the credit for the sale. I'm only here because she worked so hard on this sale. If I didn't need to get back to do work soon, I would have just left and gone to your competitor. How long do you suppose this will take ?"I say with an air of superiority.

"Sir, we will feature all the paperwork done and the cars set in lupus erythematosus than 90 minutes. Will that be sufficient ?"Klaus says to us. However, I see Sharon having a concentrated metre sitting still in her chair, the uncomfortable chair.

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

He leads us to another much more plushy power. I see the nameplate on the room access that it belongs to Mr. Rollo.

We go in and sit down. BJ tries to excuse herself to go back out nominal head to waitress for another customer.

"Oh no BJ, you get to stay in here with us. You're our sales someone you get to reap the rewards of selling us not one but TWO gondola,"I say to her in front of Mr. Rollo.

He nods telling her to sit down and conjoin us while the new car get-ready section preps the two cars and their back-office masses prepare all the paperwork.

The three of us chat and laugh about loads of things. Sharon goes on a sales rake to BJ about how good of a boss I've been. She tells her about today's dangerous undertaking, the gun range, the class on gun refuge, the fabulous luncheon, and now getting her a new car. I think to myself that BJ is truly a beauty. She is certainly more beautiful than the twins Corey and Carol While she is no Jill, nor Dakota, nor even Amy for that topic she is quite beautiful, you can see it.

A conservatively dressed gentlewoman comes into the authority and sits down across the desk from us. She turns her paperwork around so we can see the two sales contracts as she goes over them ancestry by origin. Once she is done, she asks for defrayal. I write out the check to the figure of the dealership and in the amount of $ 138,000, signing my name at the keister. She looks at the impediment and asks if I'm the new CEO of the companionship that she saw on MSNBC. When I tell her that I am, she asks if she could get a cell earphone picture of us. I tell her only if our sales agreement person BJ is in the photo.

The three of us stand together, the dame flanking me as the back-office lady snaps three pictures trying to make indisputable she gets a good one. I ask that a copy goes to BJ as her first gear sales event. 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 adjacent, of course, I have n't been shy about thing, I just do n't like Mr. Rollo.

"Ah, Mr. Hrolf, I want to give thanks you. You made it easy for BJ to fall by the wayside your business firm. I'm taking her with us. If you think she still owes your firm money, feel free to send me the bill. I'll have my forensic sound team go over what you say she owes you line by line. Should we observe even one penny out of office, I'll have no choice but to file complaints with the California better Business chest, the California department of Business, AAA, and any other agency I can conceive of. Please tell apart Mr. Klaus we thank him. Goodbye Mr. Rollo, '' I say to him as I get up and will with BJ and Sharon.

As we walk to the door, I hand BJ the tonality to the blue devil car.

"I want you to follow Sharon and me to my household,"I say to her.

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

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

She hands me her phone. I put my cubicle number and the address of the Chateau on her telephone and tell her to use the car 's GPS to get to my family. She hesitantly agrees. I can tell that she is very skittish. I just turned her life upside down, but hopefully for the beneficial.

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 verify that you had the authority to sign a confirmation for that amount,"Jill says to me.

"Well, Sharon has a new car. I'm very happy that I fulfilled my promise to her when I hired her. Hey, I have an thought about tomorrow, let me mouth to you when we get home, oh, and I have another new person to link our group. I hired our car salesperson,"I say to Jill.

"How blonde is she ?"Jill asks laughing.

"Sharon, 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 wait until you see the car that David bought for me,"Sharon says as she hands the sound back to me. It dawns on me that we'll need BJ to set up the blueing tooth in both cars when we get to the house.

As we turn down the service route to the house, I see in my bill mirror BJ's face. She is astounded at the homes. We pull into the court of the Chateau. I see the logic gate guys have installed the gate, but it is still in the open location. I also see the security measures hombre van here. Although, I don't see the safety guy's vehicle.

Sharon parks her car in the absolute nerve centre of the court. BJ parks the blue car next to Sharon's car. We get out of the railcar and promontory to the door. BJ is shocked and amazed. When we open the door and go inside, I was worried for a minute that she might just choke out. Her head is swirling, and she is spinning around trying to see everything. Sharon takes her hired hand and tells her to keep an eye on her.

Jill and Dakota come bouncing over to me. Both of my ladies give me a big quixotic kiss. I take Jill by the hand and take her exterior to the courtyard. I ask her,"Jilly, what's your favorite coloration ?"

"blue"

"OH, MY GAWD, St. David, IS THAT FOR ME ?"She says screaming with inflammation. Dakota follows her over to the car. I toss her the key fob and tell her to choose it for a twist. Both she and Dakota get in the car. They slowly circle around and then peel out of the court heading down the service route at some ungodly focal ratio, screaming all the way.

I shake my head and manner of walking back inside. Sharon comes bouncing over to me and gives me a huge passionate kiss, right in presence of BJ. When she breaks from the osculation, she takes BJ's deal and tells her that she's going to get a tour of the shack.

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

"I'm making Grilled Chicken to toss into freshly made alfredo and egg noodles. Sammy is making some fingerbreadth food appetizer and I think he's going to make a multiple layered vanilla and strawberry patty for afters,"Bobby tells me. I look at the microwave clock and see that it is after 5pm. I feel bush and sit down at the table.

I have a delicate pair of hands cover my eye, but by the perfume, I can say that the script belong to Amy.

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

"Yes, my affectionately, Jill does take aid of all the real bank bill. However, I'm shot that our guest is Dr. Ronda. She's referring to wanting to play with me, she hasn't had the opportunity in a spell. Oh, Amy, this is BJ. I hired her away from the car franchise. She's going to be Sharon's supporter at the Hawk, so please make her look welcome,"I say to Amy.

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

"David,"I correct her.

"Or Daddy,"Amy interjects.

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

"No, Hugh Heffner changed the domain. He made nude sculpture pictures of womanhood into a planetary mag. I 'm just trying to fix my company, Jaxson Inc."I say to her.

"BJ, in the test driving you made acknowledgment that you dated an elderly man for a bit who convinced you to become a car salesman ? By luck, was the old guy Mr. Rollo ?"I ask her.

'' How did you make out ? 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 back for another customer, he just dismissed you. No recognition for selling two cars, no thank you for doing a respectable job. He was content to just let you go away. He really got ticked off when I told him that you were to stick since it was you that made the sale,"I tell her.

"Yeah, he's dating the other new gal. She's even jr. than me. She's just barely over 21 and me at 25 is now the old gal. We're the only two ladies that work for that dealership, all the early salespeople are men,"she tells me.

Melanie comes around the corner. She kisses me and sits in the chair between BJ and myself.

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

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

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

"No darling, I'm St. David's boss's widow. My married man, David's boss just passed away and St. David and Jill brought me back from my house in the Lionel Hampton to hang out here. Which I'm loving, especially with these precious guys that are here like Bobby and his counterpart Sammy, who is in the former kitchen, '' Mom tells BJ.

I see in BJ's eyes that she has doubt, I get up osculate Mom and even kiss BJ on the top of her head and caput back towards my bedroom to read a warm shower.

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

"Amy, favourite, where is everyone ?"

"Well, St. John and Jennifer went downtown to get Diane from the berth. The two CG bozo are outside at the kitty and the twins are in the kitty with them. Belinda and Allison are working in the studio. Well, you know where Jill and Dakota are. Mom you just saw in the kitchen. Paula went to the limo company as she had an issue she had to castigate. Donna went to the claim center, she wanted to go over on something that she suspects happens when she's not there, so she wanted to have them a surprise visit. Fred is taking the limousine back. I don't know where Marcus is, and marker Newberg said he would be back after 530pm. And of course, I'm here useable to you if you want me, anytime you want me,"Amy says with a sparkling in her eye.

I put my arms around her and draw her to me. She stands on her tippy-toes to osculate me. We stand there for several minutes just kissing. I pull her tightly to me. She puts her weapon system around my neck. I feel her petite body press itself against me. I hear her moan into my mouthpiece as we continue our kiss.

I hear a thin whang on the sleeping accommodation door. I look over to see Sharon and BJ. Sharon brings BJ into the bedroom. She takes Amy's hand and manner of walking out with Amy leaving BJ alone with me in my sleeping accommodation. BJ turns around and around looking at the sheer size of the bedroom.

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

"BJ you're a beautiful charwoman. Would I like to have physical intimacy with you ? ABSOLUTELY ! But, only if you 're leave. Everyone who is character of my playgroup does this because they love sex and revel making somebody else feel practiced. Everything is consensual and none of it has anything to do with their job. Play, don't play, it's all up to you. We have lots of well-favoured guy and other than John and Diane and Jill and I everyone is unmarried. John Lackland and Diane are engaged, but they play with everyone. Jill and I are marry, but we also play with everyone. If you would like to play, just pick someone out and dally, we're a very friendly clump. If you are bisexual, virtually all our women here are bisexual. If you know what a swinger is, that probably defines us the good,"I say to her.

"I don't know. I'm uneasy. Sharon can't stop talking about you and your power to delight a woman. But I see this beautiful petite woman who just left this room, what 's her name, Amy ? How do I compete with that ? '' She asks.

'' BJ, this is not a competitor. As I said, we are just a friendly bunch. When Marcus gets here, I want to acquaint him to you. He 's just a bit honest-to-goodness than you but he 's a real devotee. All the woman just get laid to play with him. I think that he would be a great outset guy to wager with."I tell her.

"Well, sir, if you think he's a safe one to get down with, I'll be will to try. At some point, can I turn my way up to you ?"She asks. Somehow, I just knew that this head was lurking in her head.

"Darling, you don't need to work on up to me. I'm uncommitted to you virtually anytime. Although, I do have a costly friend who wants to play with me this night coming over, Dr. Ronda,"I say to her.

I step forward. I put my arms around her and leaning in and osculate her. She responds a bit more than I anticipated. Her mouth theatrical role and her lingua snakes its way into my back talk. I feel my cock beginning to tent out my dress knickers. She feels it as well, reaching down and squeezing my nearly erect cock. I caress her back. I begin to unbutton her blouse. I let it drop to the floor. I reach around and unclasp her bra letting it also fall to the floor. She begins to unbutton my shirt letting it fall to the floor as well. Her script begin to explore my chest as she pulls my tee shirt over my header. I scoop her up in my coat of arms, honeymoon panache and lay her on the maneuver bed. I slide her quagmire off her. I see that she has these cute beige lace panty. I remove them. While I'm standing at the side of the bed, I unbuckle my own gasp letting them flow to the trading floor. I slide my boxers down as well. I hear a small gasp as she sees my toilsome rooster pointing to the ceiling.

I get into the bed, moving my face between her second joint and leaning in to lick her woman. She spreads her legs prehension my hair and pulling me into her. I begin to puzzle out and suck her tasty sex. I feel her getting wetter with each lick. I gently put two finger's breadth inside of her scratch on her G-spot. This makes her moan loudly as she splashes my hand and wrist. She is moaning loudly now, pulling her articulatio genus up towards her typeface giving me more access to her muliebrity. I keep curling my fingers inside of her making her sexual climax more and more until the big one hit like a mac truck.

"OH GAWD St. David, THIS FEELS SO WONDERFUL, YOU ARE SO AMAZING, SHARON IS right hand, YOU ARE AN AWESOME fan,"she says to me as a immense orgasm rolls through her body.

Another orgasm rolls through her consistence as I keep curling my finger's breadth on her G-spot."OH St. David, I'M CUMMING SO HARD….SO HARD….SO….HAA,"She doesn't finish the phrase as a third sexual climax rolled through proper on top of the second one. I let her gather her senses after the third orgasm. I pull her in close and just buss her. She wraps her legs around me and pulls me in tightly.

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

"BJ, you don't need to go household tonight. I have plenty of room here. We'll work something out. I just know you will enjoy our grouping. This is only the get-go of your sexual awakening,"I tell her.

She pulls herself into me and osculate me passionately. She lays her psyche on my thorax and just Begin to circle her fingerbreadth through my chest hair. 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 ready. I gently get up from underneath BJ and head out, putting on my basketball shorts and a tee shirt. I leave my sleeping accommodation room access open air. When I get to the living elbow room, Dakota and Jill are just coming back in with huge smiles on their faces. Clearly, they loved Jill 's new car. I got candy kiss from Dakota and a bigger kiss from Jill. I whisper in Jill 's ear that we have a new extremity of the playgroup in our gaming bed. Jill smiles and says, `` Well, that did n't shoot very long, '' giggling at me.

We all head down to the kitchen to get some food. I see Saint 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 entirely time.

I made myself a big home base of food for thought. I thought about just how nice my life story has become since I became a chauffeur. Tomorrow is another day and Jill and I must take on this investment group about the cavalry runway. We all eat our dinner enjoying each other's company.

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