The Chauffeur ( # 28 ) Guns and Other Stuff

By PABLO DIABLO

Copyright 2019

CHAPTER 1

When I woke up on Tues morning, Jill was still all entangled in me. It took a couple of minutes to untangle and not come alive her. As I stepped into the shower, it dawned on me that neither the security guys nor the gate the great unwashed had made it here. I made a mental short letter to phone both.

I knew that our good guy was now handling the lock alteration at the hawk. demand to feature Sharon ask him to hold back by at his convenience and finish installing the condom that he left in one of the bedrooms.

I was excited with today's schedule having the Police pistol scope on it. I am very curious about who has firearm training and who does n't. We 're due at the chain of mountains about 10am and I believe that Dakota has a list of who wants to teach and how many limos we need for everyone to travel.

Roger had set us up with soul that he knew and trusted in teaching firearm safety and usage. I suspected that both CG boys, Fred and maybe John have experience with a firearm. I haven't heard anything from any of the Lady about previous firearm grooming. I smelled food being cooked, 1st Baron Verulam and maybe some sausage balloon, eggs, and goner.

There was a knock 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 morning time adventure. They both kissed me, but their abstract thought for knocking was to ask about if the instructor would be bringing plenty arm for all of us who are attending. I assured them he would make 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 set up 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 form, with John, that was an tremendous amount of food he was consuming.

"Good Morning everyone,"I said smiling.

I got lots of groans, a couple of good mornings back, and a brace of completely mute because coffee had not taken event yet.

I went around kissing all the lady, warning John that I was NOT going to osculate him, which drew a big laugh from everyone.

Amy told me that the security department guys had already called and would be here shortly. The gate citizenry said that since we had changed the name from The Commune to the Chateau it would hire a bit Thomas More time to fix the name over the gate. The safety guy said he would get hold of 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 space for her to experience the protection 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 location in the big kitchen. I was glad she had a plan in mind.

Since I had already gotten dressed in my apparel shorts and a Cuban trend shirt, I headed outside to the pocket billiards homes. I noticed the lights on in the pocket billiards menage that was now a smut studio. I knocked. Allison answered. I heard moaning and groaning in the background. I saw both counterpart on their knees in front of guys that I recognized from the porn industry. I didn't see Belinda though. When I asked about her, Allison took my hand and led me to a gage bedroom, where she was the centrepiece of a 12-man circle jerk. She whispered in my ear, how sex she was wearing her collar in the house the other day and is looking forward to doing the Saame matter again.

I asked her how using the studio was going, she said that she has had a tremendous reception and now has a small wait tilt, that included a couple of guys that specialize in the BDSM lifestyle. I reminded her about that guy and his antics 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 give her.

I did lean into her and whispered to her that she is my favorite submissive. This made her smile. She offered her servicing 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 happy 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 house, 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 toilet, it's not what you are hoping happened. I was just checking on our erotica studio as I saw their visible light on,"He just shook his brain and went on about his business.

This break of the day the sign was buzzing. I wasn't sure what got everyone moving around so early, but with Bobby and Sammy cookery, the family smelled toothsome. I took a plate wide-cut of eggs, sausage, syrup, and pledge. The hombre also set out a crank of Ananas comosus juice and milk for me. I sat at the kitchen board thinking about what Mom had said about needing a conventional dining way table. She was right. I texted her that I had seen a pecan tabular array somewhere and thought it to be a beautiful mesa, but that our remit needs to be able to seat 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 impertinence before filling her coffee berry cup.

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

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

Both twins took to kissing whoremaster. 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 bear his cell phone in his pants scoop when he hit the water.

Corey dove under the piddle only to issue with John's pants and boxer trunks. John the Divine looked over at the menage and just smiled. None of us cared if he has some pond sex with the twins, in fact, I think a yoke of the guy, like Marcus, envied privy. I leaned over to Marcus and told him to go join King John, I 'm sure enough they would love to have you as an summation. Marcus wasted no fourth dimension in getting up, shedding his dress and went running out into the puddle. I saw Christmas carol swimming over to Marcus and begin playing with him.

Amy told me that my loge had arrived yesterday, while I was in the bedroom with Jill. She put them in the front bedroom behind the keep room. I got up and headed there, with Amy following close behind. I opened the door to see about 50 FedEx boxes of various sizes. I didn't even know where to begin. I told Amy that I wanted the twin 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 arms around me and pulled me in for a candy kiss. I pulled her to me, figuring that she felt a bit lonely without Tina being here. I walked her out to the life way. 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 lips allowing each other's tongue to accede our sassing. I felt her 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 wonderful twinge as I began to shoot roach after rope of my man seed into Amy. I pulled her into me, hugging her and kissing her. I felt her again reach an climax. This time her unhurt soundbox shook with an orgasmic hurry. We declared our roll in the hay for each other as I shot another circle of spermatozoon into her. She wrapped her lithe legs around me pulling me deeper into her as I shot again and again. Her eyes glazed over, and I felt her body spasm underneath me yet again.

As we were uncoupling, my niggling 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 cock. Her light shot felt grand. 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 rock back and forth. We continued rocking back and forth for quite a long time. She began kissing me, licking my cervix, and playing with my ear. All of that felt marvellous. I thrust into her, shooting rophy after rope into her. She moaned in total acceptance, 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 cunt. She was making a mess on the leather lounge. Her pussy was expelling all the cum that I had put in there. She pulled out two fingers wide-cut of cum, licking them light. She moaned as she cleaned her own finger's breadth. As my prick finally began to puncture, Amy took one shoemaker's last clout of my cock taking care to scavenge the cum from Dakota off my manhood. Dakota just smiled seeing Amy being submissive to me yet again.

CHAPTER 2

As the prison term for us to leave 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 fill up the limousine. He returned less than a one-half minute 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 pistol range.

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

The ease 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 company along with operating instructions that the gate mass may show up as well as the locksmith putting the remaining safes into several elbow room around the house. He accepted the responsibility.

As we drove to the range, Jill told us about how difficult it was for her to learn to characterize on the chain of mountains in the Marines, although she was using more than just a pistol, she had to qualify with a rifle as well.

Sharon told us about growing up in a sign where her Dad went hunting when the season came around. However, it was all a ruse to have a girl on the side. Her Mom figured it out when he came home after a week of being gone ‘ hunting'but he had the exact Lapplander clothes on that he left in. She rummaged through his luggage only to obtain a cute lacy bra, certainly not one of her mother ’. They divorced after that hunting season. He married his ‘ lady friend'about 6 month later.

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

Dakota had to be cajoled to talk about guns. She said she grew up in a tough locality, lots of bunch, lots of unsavory masses many if not well-nigh had a gun. She said in high school one of her supporter 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 morning class that I took my son to when he was about 8. This really pissed off his female parent, but I was purport on taking the ‘ fun'out of handling a small-arm. We sat and listened to an instructor teach the kidskin about the difference between a revolver and a semi-automatic handgun. He showed the minor how to be able to look at a weapon and know if there is a refuge or not, how to charge and unload a pistol, as well as how to houseclean a arm properly. I explained that at his age all his friends were enamored with accelerator. He told me respective twelvemonth later as he became a teenager that his upright friend billy club nearly shot the kinsfolk dog. He had found his Dad's .45 under his pillow and ran around the inside of the home when it went off. The dog ran and hid underneath a bed. He remembers how Billy just dropped the gun on the floor and went running to his bedchamber knowing that he was getting a beating when Dad got home. As I told this news report, we arrived at the range.

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

I was glad to see the size of the radical once we all emerged from their various limo. The instructor introduced himself and his help since Dakota had warned him about how turgid our chemical group would be.

We all followed him into a classroom case setting where the learning would begin. He had many more pistols than we needed, which was a ministration to me.

As we all took a tail end, I noticed that Dakota was seated right next to Jill. Fred, both CG boys already had firearms and carry licence. The instructor had us meet out the carry Trachinotus falcatus mannequin if we wished to be cleared to hold and cover a small-arm.

The first two hr of the training were…. well…. boring. essential, but boring.

Before we were even allowed to handle a small-arm, we had to pass a short-circuit quiz about handling a gun that the instructor had put together. It was a quick quiz, but it took everyone off sentry duty a bit. Surprisingly John and Dakota both finished ahead of everyone else. Jill and I were moments behind. The instructor told us as we were working on the quiz that as you finish you then get to pick a gun to learn with.

John chose a John Smith & Wesson .357 Dakota took hold of a humble Captain John Smith 9mm that fit her hand.

Jill took storage area of a Glock 9mm. I picked up a prominent version of Dakota's Smith 9mm, this one had a longer stock that fit my hand better.

Mom, well she was quite rummy, she picked up a gun like she was picking up a dead rat. This made several of us chuckle, but it was Fred who saved the day with her helping to choose a gun to her size but not with such power to deluge her. He gave her a take Arms 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 mortal else to pick out their gun. Of course, John wanted to shew off, but the CG son kept him in his butt.

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 John explaining that although a .357 is a with child gun, it's better suited for the movies and not in very life. He selected a Ian Douglas Smith & Wesson 9mm which bathroom took reluctantly and gave up the great revolver.

In my psyche, I again see the maturity level of John growing. Not all that long ago, he would have argued about what gun he wanted, but here he listened to reason and made the switch. Maybe I need to include him in a literal work seance with me.

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

The instructor divided the group down the heart of the year. One one-half of the socio-economic class went with the primary instructor, the early half went with the assistant. We all got up and followed our several instructor with him putting each of us at ramify stalls in which to take from.

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

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

In my head, it thought this to be a rather comfortable task, boy was I awry. I guess I should be happy that we were all shooting in the same commission at least. It was percipient who had handgun training and who did n't. I was n't bad, all my turn at to the lowest degree hit the target theme. However, poor Paula and Jennifer had no one shot hit the butt theme. They were both set to leave up almost immediately. The primary instructor moved Jennifer and Paula closer to the CG boys, that way each one of them could give them gentle suggestions about being More successful.

Sammy and Bobby also helped. They each made easy hypnotism to Donna and Allison, although I don't think Allison was comfortable holding the gun. She kept putting the gun down after each shot. Sammy told her to enkindle all five rhythm then put the small-arm down.

Next, to me, I heard five injection all grouped together. I turned and saw Jill coaching Dakota. Jill, the CG guys, Fred, and Sammy and Bobby all had put their rounds inside the black, but the CG guy and Fred all hit substance people. The instructor offered to change the target newspaper publisher 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 case of the bad guy……all five ! She smiled at her results, Jill laughed even the instructor made reference that sometimes you just involve something more than a paper quarry to make thing click.

The secondary winding instructor went along the shooting line offering to change from targets to the bad guy butt, John wanted to try. He did ok, all five of his shots hit the guy, but there was no grouping. Bobby stepped over to St. John the Apostle and suggested that he sustain the gun with one helping hand and the other hand act as a base underneath the gun stock to hold on the recoil to a minimum. When John tried the suggestion, he got four out of the five together with the fifth one not part of the mathematical group but directly between the middle. John was gear up to be done after seeing that. We all laughed at our new ‘ gun ’. What surprised me the most was the concern Jill was showing Dakota on how to properly utilize her weapon.

Dakota would take her five shots, Jill would give her advice, and then Dakota would give the sack five more. Clearly, Dakota was determined to master this and kept at it until her shooting became much better.

I asked the instructor if we could get all our military people lined up next to each early and have ourselves a minuscule shoot off. He shrugged his articulatio humeri and asked the group if they would be willing, which they all agreed. In my head, I thought that one of the CG boy would wax to the top. However, it was a surprise to me that although the CG boys were spectacular, Fred and Jill took top accolade. Fred put all five of his again middle mass on the unconstipated target. Jill used the bad-guy objective and put all five squarely in the thorax. The CG boys all had center mass shots, but each one had one one dead reckoning that drifted and touched the line, whereas Fred did not.

Dakota just kept practicing repeatedly, focusing on her mastering this accomplishment. Jill was clearly a cracking aid to her giving her advice and instruction on bettering her technique.

The other ladies 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 control the skill as well. She was quite the spitfire, not willing to quit. Mom, well she really didn't feel well-to-do using the gun, but she did anyway. She kept trying until all five of her guessing hit the target at least.

I was impressed that both Sharon and Dakota were determined to master this skill. John, well he was his usual John self, but he again showed mark of adulthood when he was given advice on how to further his shooting attainment set. All in all, we had a keen prison term. The instructor took a group photo of everyone together holding their gun in front of them. He told me that he would have them developed and mail the set to us.

Once the education grade was over, I felt it was time for another bang-up lunch at Fred's favorite Italian restaurant. Mom was excited to listen we would be going back there. In her mind our tilt star would still be there, however, the eternal sleep 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 gondola, I pulled Fred aside and spoke to him. He assured me that he would take tutelage of what I was asking.

Since the CG son were Fred's nephews, I assumed that they knew of Fred's Italian eating house. 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 numeral already on her phone and made the call.

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

"Daddy, would it be OK with you if I went home instead of eating lunch with everyone ? I'm feeling a bit nauseated and the mentation of garlic moolah is making my tum do flip flops,"Dakota said to me.

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

'' That would be o.k., thank you, Fred, '' I answered.

As we pulled into the parking lot, Fred pulled up succeeding to the doorway and let us out. I kissed Dakota before getting out. She assured me it was cipher 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 bombilation was still about the gun class and the shooting. Everyone congratulated Jill on kicking the hell on earth out of the others, but Jill being Jill politely told everyone that they all ‘ let'her win. In my head, I wasn't sure if they did or not. I knew one of the CG boy was a sniper but shooting a 50 quality from a moving whirlybird is far different than shooting a handgun.

Fred left with Dakota. Jill knew by my face that I was worried about her. The death two clock time we had maternity subject, there was more to it than just being nauseated. I decided to call Dr. Ronda.

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

"wellspring, my sexy darling, I'm actually calling you to please give Dakota a call. She is skipping lunch with the pack and is headed back to the sign. I'm sure that I'm just being a big old worry-wort, but I want to err on the signal of circumspection. Will you check off on her as a favor to me ? '' I ask.

"pet, for you I'd do just about anything. I'll phone 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 flying speech sound osculation and hangs up.

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

Jill's phone bombilation.

"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 okay. We'll see you then. Have a large day !"She says before hanging up.

"What was that all about ?"I ask.

"A with child shareowner of Winston S. Churchill down wants to buy all of our horse racetracks. He's put an investor radical together and they would like to meet with us tomorrow dawning at the war hawk. They wanted to make trusted 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 running are great Johnny Cash oxen, their operating costs and financial obligation 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 sell them all. Right now, they are all in the contraband, but it wouldn't take much for that to change."Jill tells me as I hold her rump 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 future to nada like the recording studio ?"I ask.

"Yes, we did. Let me guide a quick look but off the top of my headspring we may be able to get them to select the altogether package, 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 business organization mode, she is so sexy then.

The proprietor comes over to greet us. Before we even say anything, he has two bottles of Chianti and three basketball hoop of garlic staff of life being delivered to the table. He also has several methamphetamine of water. Fred had mentioned that we would like water supply with the meal. The owner did enquire where Fred was. I told him he is running one of our party home, as she wasn't feeling well.

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

I leaned over to Jill and asked,"Darling do you cause a ship's company 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 clip to pay up,"I say avoiding the really answer with all the capitulum around listening.

It wasn't very long before denture wax of spaghetti and center sauce started arriving at the board. It didn't even dawn on me until we were eating that Diane did not join us.

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

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

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

"Didn't she separate 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 track, it was optional. I just don't commend her saying she was uncomfortable with guns,"I reply.

I get up and walk around the table and scrunch down next to John.

"Hey, where's Diane ?"

"She's at piece of 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 glad with her,"John tells me.

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

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

"HI HUNNY BUNNY,"Diane says thinking it was can calling her.

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

"OH bullshit"she replies.

"Darling, why are you at work ? This was supposed to be an come out of the closet day for everyone,"I say to her.

"Daddy, I screwed up before. I want you to think goodness 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 toilet upside his promontory when he says something stupid,"I say to her trying to be funny.

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

"No, I just had a yoke of sandwiches that I made before I left the star sign this morning plus, I have a pocket-size salad to feature 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 talking about fixing that tonight. I want you to suffer a undimmed beautiful child, even if John is the don,"I say looking at St. 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 fundament. I stop at Sharon and lean in an ask her,"volition you move down by me please ?"

I hold my hired hand out and help her up from the mesa. We walk down to my smirch. One of the CG boys brings her professorship. Jill scooches over and drag my chair over as well making room for Sharon.

I put her home plate of intellectual nourishment down at the empty pip, wait for the chair to be set in post and hold Sharon's hand as she sits down.

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

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

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

"Oh, my goodness. This has been a crazy day. The gun kitchen range, the classes about how to handle a gun, lunch here, this is an awesome body of work day,"She says with a big smile on her face.

"Good, we have an errand to run after lunch before we head back to the Chateau. Oh, by the way, Jill and I need to set aside the big group discussion way tomorrow. I don't cognize how long we'll need it but let me book it for the entire day. Also, we need to have umber, water, juice ready for tomorrow. We have an investment radical get together Jill and me tomorrow. Can you have that ready for us ? '' I ask of her.

Sharon stops eating and dials up the government agency and has a quick conversation with someone and in just a couple of second 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 future to Bobby and Sammy who are stuffing their faces almost as fast as trick, which I didn't think anyone could even make out close.

We all sit and consume our time enjoying the food 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 lay off 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 hour before I see virtually everyone done. Jill and I exchange items, I give her some cash to pay for the repast and she gives me a company check.

I get up and thank everyone telling them I need to point to the office for a bit asking Sharon to get together me. She willingly agrees.

CHAPTER 3

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

"We're not,"

"But you said…."she says.

"Just trust 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 smile. The driver pulls the car up to the front doorway 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 elevator car what are they selling ?

"Ma'am, we would like to talk to your newest salesperson,"I tell the receptionist.

She picks up the phone and telephone dial someone 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 mulct. How farseeing until the salesperson is here ? '' I ask.

From behind me, I hear, `` Hello, I'm told you asked for me ?"a Loretta Young vox says.

We turn around and see a adorable offspring woman standing with a big smile on her face.

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

"Ms. Johansson, you don't know us. I asked for the raw 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 poke in the ribs from Sharon.

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

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

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

"aspect BJ, we already know the case of MERCEDES. We just need to pick out people of colour and option and check 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 turn and looking at Sharon.

"howdy Ms. Sharon, your Dad says you only have to pick out the color and the pick,"BJ says.

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

"Oh WOW, I wish more honcho bought railroad car for their people,"BJ says.

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

"Yeah, sorry. They make a big trade in training to not call them cable car,"she tells us.

"BJ let's start over. Hi, I'm David Greene. This is my edifice manager Sharon. My fellowship is buying her a car of her selection 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 colouring material is available in the poser ?"She asks.

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

"Which E form and what vividness,"BJ asks.

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

'' Yes, madam. We have one of each. They are also available in Joseph Black, ash grey, and white,"she explains.

"David, I would really love 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 block at our security desk read them your license and get the Florida key,"she explains.

We both get our licence out and script 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 guess at her eh ?"chuckling as she says it.

"Would you expect anything less from your political boss ?"I reply smiling the unscathed time.

BJ stops at the security measure desk who takes our licenses and runs them through a simple 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 cart to a row of E division Mercedes. Sharon's heart light up when she sees the red one. She grabs my bicep and power play as she is excited like a child on Christmas morning.

BJ begins her ramble about owning a Mercedes. 50 coats of pigment, 15 coats of clear lacquer, 5-star clangour valuation, hand-stitched leather seats, seating for five, rear perspective television camera, blah, blah, blah. My eyes roll listening to the prepared speech about the Mercedes.

"BJ can we look at the vehicle for a test drive ?"I ask.

She opens the room access and Sharon gets in the device driver's rear end. I get in the indorse arse and BJ gets in the passenger side. Once we are all in and secured with the rear rap, she hands Sharon the key fob. Sharon starts the car. She is so excited that her hands are almost shaking.

Sharon listens intently to BJ explicate affair about this manakin. I just sit back and hear. The tryout crusade takes more than an time of day 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 grin. 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 month now and have not sold even one car. I've gotten near 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 cable car, I mean."I ask.

'' At beginning, yes. It was fun and exciting all new, but now it is getting more get down 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.

"fountainhead sir, I only got my AA degree in occupation finance. I would really care to have an government agency job working regular 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 political 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 blue 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.

"fountainhead, Sharon is this your car, or do you want to try out 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 talk to your sales manager,"I tell BJ.

We get out and head inside. She stops at the security desk and hands the key fob back to the security guard. She walks us to this flyspeck office with a flashy desk that has two stinking unvoiced plastic chairwoman. She tells us she will be right back with her sales manager.

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

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

"Tony, I am matter to in that car. What is the best OUT THE DOOR monetary value you can leave me ?"I ask.

"fountainhead, you're in luck, we have a great deal on special financing for all new customers,"he begins.

"Tony, Tony, stop right there. I asked for your best out the doorway cost,"I tell him.

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

I cut him off mid-sentence."Mr. Rollo, do you require to make a cut-rate sale, or do you want to lay waste to my clock time. I have little patience for time cachexia. I work for a animation. If you can't order me what I asked you for either get your hirer or I'm going to your competition,"I tell him sternly. I see BJ's eyes get fully grown. Apparently, she hasn't seen anyone put Mr. Hrolf in his place.

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

He returns a yoke of proceedings tardy with a slender man.

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

Klaus extends his helping 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 meter. I work for a living and would like to get back to doing what I do. So, I'll ask you the same head What is the best out the door price on that red Mercedes that we just prove drove with this hardworking lady BJ ?"I say in a stern voice, now getting a bit annoyed.

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

"And what if we want the bluing 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 best price to me and these are out the threshold prices, tax, tag, and all your little preprinted fees ?"I ask.

"OK, I'll acquire both and I want your self-assurance that BJ here gets the credit for the sale. I'm only here because she worked so hard on this sales event. If I didn't need to get back to puzzle out soon, I would get just left and gone to your contender. How long do you imagine this will assume ?"I say with an air of superiority.

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

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

He leads us to another much more unstinted federal agency. 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 hold back for another customer.

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

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

The three of us chat and laugh about fortune of things. Sharon goes on a sales agreement sales pitch to BJ about how serious of a genus Bos I've been. She tells her about today's risky venture, the gun range, the class on gun safety, the fabulous lunch, 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 matter she is quite beautiful, you can see it.

A conservatively dressed lady comes into the federal agency and sits down across the desk from us. She turns her paperwork around so we can see the two sales contract bridge as she goes over them melodic phrase by seam. Once she is done, she asks for payment. I write out the check to the name of the dealership and in the amount of $ 138,000, signing my figure at the bottom. She looks at the check and asks if I'm the new CEO of the party that she saw on MSNBC. When I tell her that I am, she asks if she could get a jail cell earphone photo of us. I tell her only if our gross revenue person BJ is in the photo.

The three of us stand together, the madam flanking me as the back-office lady snaps three pictures trying to create for sure she gets a dear one. I ask that a transcript goes to BJ as her first 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 smidgin ahead,"she says.

"Please go get our honey Mr. Rollo,"I say to BJ.

Sharon knows what's coming next, of row, I have n't been shy about things, I just do n't like Mr. Rollo.

"Ah, Mr. Rollo, I want to thank you. You made it promiscuous for BJ to quit your house. I'm taking her with us. If you think she still owes your firm money, feel costless to send me the broadside. I'll have my forensic legal team go over what you say she owes you product line by demarcation. Should we receive even one penny out of place, I'll have no choice but to file complaints with the Golden State better Business government agency, the California department of Business, AAA, and any other agency I can think of. Please state Mr. Klaus we thank him. bye-bye Mr. Rollo, '' I say to him as I get up and entrust with BJ and Sharon.

As we walk to the doorway, I hired hand BJ the keys to the blue car.

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

BJ stops, turns around and runs over to a desk. She opens the underside draftsman and pulls out a bag. She walks back over to me, stopping at the protection desk and handing over her key and certificate tag to the guard and says goodbye to him.

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

She hands me her phone. I put my cellphone number and the name and address of the Chateau on her telephone set and recite her to use the car 's GPS to get to my house. She hesitantly agrees. I can tell that she is very aflutter. I just turned her life upside down, but hopefully for the better.

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

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

"Did you just buy Sharon a Mercedes ? They called to affirm that you had the authority to signalize a arrest for that amount of money,"Jill says to me.

"Well, Sharon has a new car. I'm very gladiola that I fulfilled my promise to her when I hired her. Hey, I have an idea about tomorrow, let me babble to you when we get home, oh, and I have another new soul to bring together our grouping. I hired our car salesperson,"I say to Jill.

"How blond 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 waiting until you see the car that David bought for me,"Sharon says as she hands the phone 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 road to the house, I see in my visor mirror BJ's aspect. She is astounded at the homes. We pull into the courtyard of the Chateau. I see the logic gate guys have installed the logic gate, but it is still in the open view. I also see the security guys van here. Although, I don't see the safe guy's vehicle.

Sharon parks her car in the absolute center of the courtyard. BJ parks the blue car next to Sharon's car. We get out of the cars and head teacher to the door. BJ is shocked and amazed. When we open the door and go inside, I was worried for a moment that she might just pass out. Her head is swirling, and she is spinning around trying to see everything. Sharon takes her hand and tells her to follow her.

Jill and Dakota come bouncing over to me. Both of my Lady give me a big romantic candy kiss. I take Jill by the deal and take her outside to the courtyard. I ask her,"Jilly, what's your ducky coloring material ?"

"blueing"

"OH, MY GAWD, Saint 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 apart her to ingest it for a twirl. Both she and Dakota get in the car. They slowly circle around and then strip down out of the courtyard heading down the Robert William Service route at some ungodly upper, screaming all the way.

I shake my head word and walk back inside. Sharon comes bouncing over to me and gives me a vast passionate kiss, right in front of BJ. When she breaks from the kiss, she takes BJ's hand and tells her that she's going to get a circuit of the shanty.

They bound off together. I smell some good 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 finger's breadth solid food appetizers 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 dead and sit down at the table.

I have a delicate pair of hand cover my eye, but by the perfume, I can differentiate that the men belong to Amy.

"Hi Daddy, you have a invitee on their way over. She says you owe her for an unpaid bill. Daddy, I thought Jill handled all the bill ?"She asks.

"Yes, my dear, Jill does take care of all the genuine neb. However, I'm guess that our guest is Dr. Ronda. She's referring to wanting to play with me, she hasn't had the chance in a while. Oh, Amy, this is BJ. I hired her away from the car franchise. She's going to be Sharon's assistant at the hawk, so delight make her feel welcome,"I say to Amy.

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

"David,"I correct her.

"Or Daddy,"Amy interjects.

"OK, Saint David. Who are you ? I mean this menage is bigger than the shops that I go shopping in. And you seem to ingest beautiful women bouncing all around here. Are you, um, Hugh Hefner or individual like that ?"BJ asks me.

"No, Hugh Heffner changed the world. He made nude exposure of women into a world magazine. I 'm just trying to fix my caller, Jaxson Inc."I say to her.

"BJ, in the psychometric test drive you made mention that you dated an previous man for a bit who convinced you to turn a car salesman ? By chance, was the older guy Mr. Rollo ?"I ask her.

'' How did you cognize ? I thought no one knew, '' She says with a stunned look 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 look for another client, he just dismissed you. No recognition for selling two railroad car, no thank you for doing a good 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 cut-rate sale,"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 just two ladies that work for that dealership, all the other salespeople are men,"she tells me.

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

"Who's this Jacques Louis David ?"Mom asks.

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

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

"No favourite, I'm David's boss's widow. My hubby, David's party boss just passed away and David and Jill brought me back from my sign of the zodiac in the Hampton to hang out here. Which I'm loving, especially with these cunning guy cable 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 questions, I get up kiss Mom and even snog BJ on the top of her principal and headland back towards my bedroom to take aim a ready shower bath.

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

"Amy, darling, where is everyone ?"

"wellspring, St. John and Jennifer went downtown to get Diane from the office staff. The two CG cat are outside at the pocket billiards and the Gemini are in the pool 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 offspring 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 give them a surprisal sojourn. Fred is taking the limo back. I don't know where Marcus is, and Mark Newberg said he would be back after 530pm. And of path, 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 coat of arms around her and pull up her to me. She stands on her tippy-toes to kiss me. We stand there for various arcminute just kissing. I pull her tightly to me. She puts her blazon around my neck. I feel her bantam body press itself against me. I hear her groan into my lip as we continue our kiss.

I hear a slight rap on the bedchamber door. I look over to see Sharon and BJ. Sharon brings BJ into the bedroom. She takes Amy's helping hand and walks out with Amy leaving BJ alone with me in my chamber. BJ turns around and around looking at the sheer sizing of the bedroom.

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

"BJ you're a beautiful woman. Would I like to have physical intimacy with you ? ABSOLUTELY ! But, only if you 're willing. Everyone who is portion of my playgroup does this because they love sex and savor making someone else feel good. Everything is consensual and none of it has anything to do with their job. Play, don't child's play, it's all up to you. We have lots of good-looking guys and former than john and Diane and Jill and I everyone is single. St. John the Apostle and Diane are engaged, but they play with everyone. Jill and I are marital, but we also play with everyone. If you would like to play, just cull someone out and dally, we're a very well-disposed bunch. If you are bisexual, virtually all our women here are bisexual. If you know what a swinger is, that probably defines us the C. H. Best,"I say to her.

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

'' BJ, this is not a competition. As I said, we are just a well-disposed clump. When Marcus gets here, I want to inaugurate him to you. He 's just a bit older than you but he 's a tangible fan. All the women just love to flirt with him. I think that he would be a large low guy to act as with."I tell her.

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

"favourite, you don't need to work up to me. I'm usable to you virtually anytime. Although, I do hold a dear friend who wants to encounter with me tonight coming over, Dr. Ronda,"I say to her.

I step forward. I put my arms around her and lean in and kiss her. She responds a bit more than I anticipated. Her rima oris persona and her tongue snakes its way into my lip. I feel my cock beginning to tent out my dress trouser. She feels it as well, reaching down and squeezing my nearly raise peter. 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 devolve to the level as well. Her hands begin to research my chest as she pulls my tee shirt over my oral sex. I scoop her up in my arms, honeymoon elan and lay her on the play bed. I slide her slacks off her. I see that she has these cute beige lace panties. I remove them. While I'm standing at the side of the bed, I unbuckle my own knickers letting them fall to the base. I slide my boxer down as well. I hear a diminished gasp as she sees my unvoiced cock pointing to the ceiling.

I get into the bed, moving my face between her second joint and leaning in to lick her womanhood. She spreads her leg grasping my hairsbreadth and pulling me into her. I begin to figure out and suck her tasty sex. I feel her getting wetter with each lick. I gently put two fingerbreadth inside of her scratching on her G-spot. This makes her groan loudly as she splashes my hand and radiocarpal joint. She is moaning loudly now, pulling her articulatio genus up towards her face giving me more access to her womanhood. I keep curling my fingers inside of her making her orgasm More and more until the big one hit like a mac truck.

"OH GAWD DAVID, THIS FEELS SO WONDERFUL, YOU ARE SO AMAZING, SHARON IS right hand, YOU ARE AN AWESOME LOVER,"she says to me as a Brobdingnagian orgasm rolling wave through her body.

Another sexual climax rolls through her body as I keep curling my fingers on her G-spot."OH Jacques Louis David, I'M CUMMING SO HARD….SO HARD….SO….HAA,"She doesn't finish the phrase as a third orgasm rolled through mightily on top of the mo one. I let her conglomerate her senses after the third climax. I pull her in close and just kiss her. She wraps her ramification around me and draw me in tightly.

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

"BJ, you don't need to go abode tonight. I have stack of room here. We'll work something out. I just know you will revel our group. This is only the offset of your sexual awakening,"I tell her.

She pulls herself into me and kisses me passionately. She lays her head on my breast and just Begin to circle her fingers through my dresser whisker. It doesn't take prospicient 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 forefront out, putting on my basketball shorts and a tee shirt. I leave my bedroom room access open. When I get to the living room, Dakota and Jill are just coming back in with huge smiles on their faces. Clearly, they loved Jill 's new car. I got osculation from Dakota and a full-grown osculation from Jill. I whisper in Jill 's ear that we have a new member of the playgroup in our play bed. Jill grin and says, `` Well, that did n't bring 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 completely time.

I made myself a big home base of food. I thought about just how nice my life has become since I became a chauffeur. Tomorrow is another day and Jill and I must receive this investment mathematical group about the horse tracks. We all eat our dinner enjoying each early's company.

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