This is the intro to a story that I will be writing Sir Thomas More of later. I am posting it early to see citizenry 's response and to test the system of rules, it is not a final draught of the concluded entry but there is a intelligence of warning. This taradiddle will have ABSOLUTELY severe case happen in it, ONLY read the whole history when it comes out if you are OK with the idea posted and NEVER COPY ANYTHING THAT HAPPENS. This is meant as fabrication and just a way to press out a fetish, not an excuse to do anything with in. these are things that SHOULD get you thrown in a coloured pit with fanatical dogs, or prison, do n't do them !

Again this is a rough gulp and honestly this is a porn site, does grammar really weigh ? delight comment and get in touch if you have any theme that will be useful for the story. useless unfavorable judgment does nada and ill just ignore that sort of thing. There will be NO SEX in this adaptation of the introduction but expect some terrible things in the first chapter, if it ever happens, who knows, shrug, authors come and go on this site all the time.

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The gens Michael Philip Jagger.

I am not a good man. I lost the right wing to call my self that ages ago, after I met my boss, and if you think I am a bad guy, just opine how bad he is. He runs the appearance and I do the body of work, but hey, at least I like my job. I worked my way up with the political boss, a few class of oink employment here and a few age of… oh, whats the mundane parole for this share, I guess"managing"will do ... managing one of the position operations there, this all made me very well off. My place within ... well, lets just call it,"The Company"does n't even require very much effort on my function anymore, so its a very slack job. Does n't hurt that it pays well and can be very fun, too.

The Boss has got his mitt in just about everything, I think he wants to take care into some si-fi shit next but, that 's besides the point of my chronicle. My genus Bos is a very generous man, the money that he has loaned to out aspiring entrepreneur over the days has funded some of the biggest bodied power planetary house out there, and his loans always comes back with interest group. I am the principal of the loanword returns and repossession incline of the chief'oeuvre. When a lone comes to my desk for probe its my job to find out the current status of any collateral that was offered and reclaim the value of the lone. My"official"title is private investigator, and while technically honest, I guess, it does n't do my job justice.

You know that one superintendent massive tech ship's company, yeah THAT tech company, Boss put up most of the starting time up on it, off the books of course. That loan never had no problems and is still paying off. Hes got an eye for those thing my genus Bos, but not every loan my gaffer has given go as cleanly as that one. nearly masses who take a loan fucking sucking with money and can never payback the money the hirer gave them, but that 's where I come in, to get what is owed to the Boss, with interest.

But lets get to the good part. The job I enjoyed the most was out west. Some brilliant guy showed the political boss his"get racy wanton"architectural plan and the Boss decided to grant him the loan. The amount was huge and the idiot put everything up as collateral, his mansion, his caller, the pattern of his plan, his category, ya know standard stuff everyone puts up as collateral.

Well the"get rich people easy"plan of this guy failed miserably and so I was sent his info and I got in touch with him regarding recovering the Bosses assets. The measure I needed to pick up was n't even that bad after everything was calculated ; just all land owned by him and his immediate kinfolk, any car and goodness attached to his home delay, a daughter and his living. Could feature been a lot worse, all that would happen was his married woman and 2 of his nipper would be homeless with zero but the vesture on their spinal column, one kid would do"the society"and he would be short, nothing big. Well the dumb ass ran.

We like it when they run. Any disbursal gets added to the amount that they owe. That means the tabs of any bounty Hunter and computer specialists we hire to cover them down was charged to the runner. All of this is with interest I might add, and any thing I want for myself is also added because I can. I have n't looked at the going rate on bounty hunting watch lately but the proficient ones cost a lot. I almost feel bad for the families of the multitude who run, but I do n't. That 's the job.

Well this dense ass, I 'm just going to call him dunce from now on, was"lovingly"married with three daughters, perfect for us, dread for them. Miriam, his wife, was a super hot Milf in her mid 30 's, who only seemed to give birth that motherly shape in her breasts and ass, even after giving birth to 3 kids. Men would wipe out for a lover with that digit, fair sex would kill to have it. She had started dating muttonhead young, like real Edward Young. He was in university almost graduated and she was most definitely was not. An early drop curtain out of high school schoolhouse, she had never worked a job in her liveliness, excepting knucklehead to do that part for her. She was kinda stuck up over all but, to her benefit, she loved her family and would do anything for her daughters, something I used from day one.

The oldest daughter was named Anabel. Definitely the sexiest of the entire family. Long legs, gorgeous face, adept B cup tit, with her near ass she could get been working as a modeling if she was n't so lazy. She realized early in life that men would do anything for her and so long as she kept her pussy as an unobtainable award for them to fight over, they would keep trying to woe her in more and more elaborate agency. After high school she stopped doing anything, instead lounging at home waiting for one escort or another to amount and film her to the next political party or case. Some how after all this, when I got to her she was still a virgin.

The middle daughter, Becky, was the opposite of her elderly sister. Any affair Anabel liked, Becky hated and vice versa. Becky worked very hard at everything she did and the question that we sent out all came back as her being a straightaway A scholarly person running for educatee pleader president. The only things that the sisters had in uncouth were commanding attitudes and perplex shape. She did n't take in the potential to be a simulation like her sister, a fiddling shorter and with a more fully frame but, Becky was no energy over in the looks section. That niggling extra loudness she had on her bones only made the curves of her body more fun to watch. She had an energy around her that led others to take heed to what she said, which led to a small bonus for us.

The hold up daughter was the vernal. Callie was an adorable scholar who 's eubstance fell some where between her two babe but was no LE of a taking into custody. Her trunk was lenient in all the right billet and tight where it counted. Her thorax was low then that of the female parent and Becky but, had already surpassed the eldest daughter by a cup size or two. Of all of them, only she seemed to be actually happy, perfectly happy to receive congratulations and attention from those around her. She a girl surrounded by impregnable women and a doting father, her kinfolk had done a not bad job of creating a pure and obedient child who was a delight to be with. She is still my pet now.

The day that I first approached the house was a great day for me, and the end of their comfortable lilliputian abode, but it was n't going to happen all at once, no, I was going to let the debt pile on before I ripped them from their homes. Until the"lovingness"founding father was caught by our men I would stimulate to ride out close to his kinfolk, to make sure as shooting they did n't run. public treasury then, I was going to enjoy this experience to the entire. All disbursement paid vacation on Dumbass'dime, Inferno yeah !