This is the presentation to a storey that I will be writing more of later. I am posting it early to see people 's response and to test the system, it is not a final draft of the consummate instauration but there is a word of warning. This account will give ABSOLUTELY abominable consequence happen in it, ONLY read the whole story when it comes out if you are OK with the themes posted and NEVER COPY ANYTHING THAT HAPPENS. This is meant as fiction and just a way to carry a juju, not an excuse to do anything with in. these are matter that SHOULD get you thrown in a dark pit with rabid hound, or prison, do n't do them !

Again this is a grating draft and honestly this is a porno site, does grammar really matter ? please comment and get in touch if you have any ideas that will be useful for the write up. useless criticism does null and ill just dismiss that sort of thing. There will be NO SEX in this interpretation of the instauration but expect some terrible things in the first chapter, if it ever happens, who knows, shrug, source come and go on this site all the time.

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The name Jagger.

I am not a good man. I lost the rightfield to call my self that ages ago, after I met my Bos, and if you think I am a bad guy, just opine how bad he is. He runs the show and I do the work, but hey, at to the lowest degree I like my job. I worked my way up with the Boss, a few years of grunt oeuvre here and a few old age of… oh, whats the mundane word for this portion, I guess"managing"will do ... managing one of the position operations there, this all made me very well off. My situation within ... well, lets just call it,"The Company"does n't even take a good deal effort on my role anymore, so its a very relaxed job. Does n't hurt that it pays well and can be very fun, too.

The Bos has got his hired hand in just about everything, I think he wants to seem into some si-fi grass adjacent but, that 's besides the decimal point of my tarradiddle. My boss is a very generous man, the money that he has loaned to out aspiring entrepreneurs over the years has funded some of the biggest incorporated top executive houses out there, and his loanword always comes back with sake. I am the straits of the loan returns and repossession slope of the Boss'work. When a lone comes to my desk for investigation its my job to find out the electric current status of any collateral that was offered and reclaim the value of the lone. My"official"title is common soldier detective, and while technically true, I guess, it does n't do my job justice.

You know that one super massive tech ship's company, yeah THAT tech company, foreman put up most of the start up on it, off the books of course. That loan never had no job and is still paying off. Hes got an eye for those things my boss, but not every loanword my gaffer has given go as cleanly as that one. well-nigh people who take a loan fucking suck with money and can never payback the money the Boss 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 parting. The job I enjoyed the most was out West. Some brilliant guy showed the genus Bos his"get rich well-fixed"plan and the genus Bos decided to give him the loanword. The quantity was huge and the imbecile put everything up as collateral, his house, his company, the designs of his design, his category, ya know monetary standard stuff everyone puts up as collateral.

wellspring the"get rich well-to-do"programme of this guy failed miserably and so I was sent his info and I got in tactile sensation with him regarding recovering the Bosses assets. The amount I needed to amass was n't even that bad after everything was calculated ; just all land owned by him and his prompt sept, any car and commodity attached to his house storage area, a daughter and his lifetime. Could have been a lot worse, all that would bechance was his wife and 2 of his kids would be homeless person with nothing but the wearable on their binding, one kid would serve"the party"and he would be dead, nothing big. Well the slow ass ran.

We like it when they run. Any expense gets added to the measure that they owe. That means the tabloid of any amplitude hunters and information processing system specialists we hire to track them down was charged to the runner. All of this is with interest group 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 huntsman lately but the good ace cost a lot. I almost feel bad for the families of the people who run, but I do n't. That 's the job.

wellspring this slow ass, I 'm just going to cry him muttonhead from now on, was"lovingly"married with three girl, perfect for us, terrible for them. Miriam, his wife, was a super hot Milf in her mid 30 's, who only seemed to have that maternally shape in her breasts and ass, even after giving birth to 3 Thomas Kid. Men would down for a lover with that figure, women would vote out to throw it. She had started dating muttonhead Pres Young, like real immature. He was in university almost graduated and she was most definitely was not. An early drop out of senior high school school school day, she had never worked a job in her life, excepting hammerhead to do that percentage 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 Old daughter was named Anabel. Definitely the aphrodisiac of the stallion family. Long legs, gorgeous face, dear B cup boobs, with her tightfitting ass she could have been working as a model if she was n't so lazy. She realized early in life-time that men would do anything for her and so long as she kept her pussy as an unprocurable prize for them to fight over, they would retain trying to woe her in more and more luxuriant style. After gamy school day she stopped doing anything, instead lounging at home plate waiting for one date or another to do and pack her to the next party or upshot. Some how after all this, when I got to her she was still a virgin.

The halfway girl, Becky, was the opposite of her older Sister. Any thing Anabel liked, Becky hated and frailty versa. Becky worked very hard at everything she did and the inquiries that we sent out all came back as her being a heterosexual person A student running for scholar counsel chairwoman. The sole things that the sis had in common were commanding attitude and awful physique. She did n't possess the potential drop to be a model like her Sister, a slight shorter and with a more broad figure but, Becky was no button over in the looks section. That little extra volume she had on her bone only made the curve of her trunk 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 last girl was the youngest. Callie was an adorable scholar who 's body fell some where between her two Sister but was no lupus erythematosus of a haul. Her body was delicate in all the justly places and tight where it counted. Her breast was smaller then that of the mother and Becky but, had already surpassed the eldest girl by a cup size or two. Of all of them, only she seemed to be actually happy, perfectly felicitous to incur congratulations and attention from those around her. She a girl surrounded by strong adult female and a doting father, her crime syndicate had done a great job of creating a pure and obedient small fry who was a joy to be with. She is still my best-loved now.

The day that I first approached the family was a heavy day for me, and the end of their prosperous picayune home, but it was n't going to materialize all at once, no, I was going to let the debt pile on before I ripped them from their homes. Until the"lovingness"father was caught by our men I would have to stay close to his family, to urinate sure they did n't run. Till then, I was going to enjoy this experience to the broad. All expense paid vacation on Dumbass'dime, hell yeah !