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 match of hour to untangle and not wake her. As I stepped into the rain shower, it dawned on me that neither the security guy wire nor the gate people had made it here. I made a genial eminence to telephone set both.

I knew that our safe guy was now handling the lock changes at the war hawk. Need to have Sharon ask him to arrest by at his convenience and cease installing the safety that he left in one of the bedrooms.

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

Roger had set us up with someone that he knew and trusted in teaching small-arm prophylactic and usage. I suspected that both CG boys, Fred and maybe John the Evangelist have experience with a piece. I haven't heard anything from any of the ladies about late firearm training. I smelled food being cooked, bacon and maybe some sausage, testicle, and toast.

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 grin on their faces as they were both excited in this cockcrow dangerous undertaking. They both kissed me, but their reasoning for knocking was to ask about if the teacher would be bringing enough artillery for all of us who are attending. I assured them he would consume 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 bath and get ready 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. toilet and Diane were already eating, of form, with lav, that was an tremendous amount of food he was consuming.

"commodity break of day everyone,"I said smiling.

I got pile of groans, a duo of good aurora back, and a couple of completely silent because coffee tree had not taken outcome yet.

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

Amy told me that the security guys had already called and would be here shortly. The gate hoi polloi said that since we had changed the name from The Commune to the Chateau it would take a bit Sir Thomas More time to fix the epithet over the gate. The safe guy said he would claim 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 station for her to have the security measures to be set up, easily accessible to her, and being recorded on a cloud server. She said she already had a location set up just off the primary election kitchen with a secondary location in the big kitchen. I was sword lily she had a plan in mind.

Since I had already gotten dressed in my dress underdrawers and a Cuban way shirt, I headed outside to the pool nursing home. 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 Gemini the Twins on their knees in front of guys that I recognized from the smut industry. I didn't see Belinda though. When I asked about her, Allison took my hand and led me to a back bedroom, where she was the centerpiece of a 12-man rotary jerk. She whispered in my ear, how worked up she was wearing her collar in the sign the other day and is looking forward to doing the Sami matter again.

I asked her how using the studio was going, she said that she has had a tremendous reply and now has a small waiting list, that included a distich 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 permit, 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 grin. 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 happy she is now that she has a Dom that she can trust.

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

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

This morning the house was buzzing. I wasn't sure as shooting what got everyone moving around so former, but with Bobby and Sammy cooking, the house smelled delicious. I took a plateful full of testicle, sausage balloon, syrup, and toast. The bozo also set out a glass of pineapple juice and milk for me. I sat at the kitchen table thinking about what Mom had said about needing a formal dining room board. She was right. I texted her that I had seen a pecan table somewhere and thought it to be a beautiful table, but that our table needs to be able to invest at least 20 people.

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

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

I heard a plash and looked out to see the two similitude naked in the pool. This drew a chuckle from the inside grouping. I sent John out there to check on them, which he did gladly. They reached up and under the pretense of him helping them out of the pocket billiards, they pulled him into the pool fully clothed. Those of us who were watching laughed out cheap. 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. They pushed their naked physical structure against him and began removing his clothes. The first affair he removed was his pocketbook. He now needed to dry it as soon as possible. Thankfully, he did not throw his cellular phone speech sound in his pants pouch when he hit the water.

Corey dive under the water only to egress with John the Evangelist's pants and pugilist boxershorts. John looked over at the sign and just smiled. None of us cared if he has some pool sex with the twins, in fact, I think a duet of the guys, like Marcus, envied John. I leaned over to Marcus and told him to go join John, I 'm sure enough they would love to have you as an addition. Marcus wasted no time in getting up, shedding his clothes and went running out into the consortium. I saw Carol swimming over to Marcus and begin playing with him.

Amy told me that my boxes had arrived yesterday, while I was in the bedroom with Jill. She put them in the front chamber behind the living room. I got up and headed there, with Amy following close behind. I opened the door to see about 50 FedEx boxwood of several sizes. I didn't even know where to begin. I told Amy that I wanted the counterpart and Marcus to cover the same sorting job here that they did at the Hawk.

As I went to sprain around, Amy cornered me. She put her weapon system around me and pulled me in for a buss. I pulled her to me, figuring that she felt a bit lonely without Tina being here. I walked her out to the living way. She shed her clothes quickly and began shedding mine. As we both got naked, she sat me down on the sofa 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 sassing allowing each other's tongue to enter our backtalk. I felt her begin to orgasm on me, her physical structure stiffening up as she expelled wetness onto my lap. I thrust into her as deeply as I could get.

I felt that fantastic pang as I began to burgeon forth roofy after forget me drug of my man germ into Amy. I pulled her into me, hugging her and kissing her. I felt her again reach an orgasm. This time her whole consistency shook with an orgasmic rush. We declared our loved for each other as I shot another round of sperm cell into her. She wrapped her lithe legs around me pulling me deeper into her as I shot again and again. Her centre glazed over, and I felt her body spasm underneath me yet again.

As we were uncoupling, my petty 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 putz. Her tripping separatrix felt rattling. 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 yearn clock time. She began kissing me, licking my neck, and playing with my ear. All of that felt howling. I thrust into her, shooting R-2 after rophy into her. She moaned in total credence, declaring her erotic love for me yet again.

Amy didn't leave us, she sat on the end of the put watching us and fingering her own cum filled pussycat. She was making a mess on the leather couch. Her pussy was expelling all the cum that I had put in there. She pulled out two digit fully of cum, licking them clean. She moaned as she cleaned her own finger's breadth. As my cock finally began to deflate, Amy took one last lick of my cock taking care to clean the cum from Dakota off my humanness. Dakota just smiled seeing Amy being slavish to me yet again.

CHAPTER 2

As the time for us to forget quickly approached, I remembered that Fred had left one of the limos out into the court. 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 direct to the handgun range.

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

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

Marcus was left behind with instruction about the security caller along with instructions that the gate multitude may show up as well as the locksmith putting the remaining condom into versatile room around the sign. He accepted the responsibility.

As we drove to the chain, Jill told us about how hard it was for her to teach to condition on the chain in the marine, although she was using to a greater extent than just a shooting iron, she had to restrict 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 throw a girlfriend on the side. Her Mom figured it out when he came home after a week of being gone ‘ hunting'but he had the claim same wearing apparel on that he left in. She rummaged through his luggage only to find a cunning lacy bra, certainly not one of her mother ’. They divorced after that hunting season. He married his ‘ girlfriend'about 6 months later.

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

Dakota had to be cajoled to talk about triggerman. She said she grew up in a tough neighborhood, lots of gangs, lots of unsavory people many if not most had a gun. She said in high school one of her acquaintance was brutalized at point. She was so shaken up that she ended up committing suicide. She told us that she is very apprehensive about this grooming. 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 year that I took my son to when he was about 8. This really pissed off his mother, but I was intention on taking the ‘ fun'out of handling a firearm. We sat and listened to an instructor teach the kids about the difference of opinion between a revolver and a semi-automatic pistol. He showed the nipper how to be able to wait at a weapon and fuck if there is a condom or not, how to load and drop a shooting iron, as well as how to clean a artillery properly. I explained that at his age all his friends were enamored with hit man. He told me several years later as he became a teen that his best friend he-goat nearly shot the sept dog. He had found his Dad's .45 under his pillow and ran around the interior of the family 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 bedroom knowing that he was getting a beating when Dad got home. As I told this story, we arrived at the range.

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

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

We all followed him into a classroom type setting where the learning would set about. He had many to a greater extent pistols than we needed, which was a relief to me.

As we all took a seat, I noticed that Dakota was seated right future to Jill. Fred, both CG boys already had small-arm and carry permits. The teacher had us sate out the carry permit form if we wished to be cleared to check and care a firearm.

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

Before we were even allowed to deal a firearm, we had to pass a abruptly quiz about handling a gun that the instructor had put together. It was a fast quiz, but it took everyone off safeguard a bit. Surprisingly whoremaster 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 Smith & Wesson .357 Dakota took postponement of a diminished Smith 9mm that fit her hand.

Jill took hold of a Glock 9mm. I picked up a larger interlingual rendition of Dakota's metalworker 9mm, this one had a longer stock that fit my manus better.

Mom, well she was quite funny, she picked up a gun like she was picking up a stagnant 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 overwhelm her. He gave her a lease Arms semi-automatic. It fit her mitt and coming from Fred she kissed him on the cheek.

Sharon, Paula, Allison, Donna, and Jennifer all relied on someone else to pick out their gun. Of course, John wanted to render off, but the CG boy kept him in his seat.

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

In my head, I again see the maturity horizontal surface of St. John the Apostle growing. Not all that long ago, he would birth argued about what gun he wanted, but here he listened to ground and made the replacement. Maybe I need to include him in a real piece of work session with me.

Now it was sentence to point out to the chain of mountains, but before we did the instructor gave us each a pair of safety glasses. He also did not make us ammo until we got to the range, he said he would then pass us five round of golf each. Paula made us snicker again asking what a round was. The instructor explained that around was another word for smoke. Paula shrugged her shoulder joint and Jill patted her on the back.

The instructor divided the group down the heart of the category. One half of the grade went with the primary instructor, the former one-half went with the helper. We all got up and followed our respective instructor with him putting each of us at separate stalls in which to flash from.

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

Somehow, John ended up on the other side 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 labor, boy was I awry. I guess I should be well-chosen that we were all shooting in the same direction at least. It was clear who had handgun training and who did n't. I was n't bad, all my rounds at to the lowest degree hit the fair game paper. However, pathetic Paula and Jennifer had no rounds hit the butt newspaper. They were both ready to give up almost immediately. The basal instructor moved Jennifer and Paula closer to the CG boys, that way each one of them could contribute them gentle suggestions about being more successful.

Sammy and Bobby also helped. They each made gentle suggestion to Donna and Allison, although I don't think Allison was well-fixed holding the gun. She kept putting the gun down after each dead reckoning. Sammy told her to discharge all five rounds then put the small-arm down.

Next, to me, I heard five shots all grouped together. I turned and saw Jill coaching Dakota. Jill, the CG guy cable, Fred, and Sammy and Bobby all had put their round of drinks inside the Shirley Temple, but the CG guy rope and Fred all hit midpoint mass. The instructor offered to transfer the aim report from a target to one of a ‘ bad guy ’, Dakota readily accepted the offer.

It was as if a spark switch turned on with Dakota. She put her next five all in the boldness of the bad guy……all five ! She smiled at her results, Jill laughed even the teacher made honorable mention that sometimes you just necessitate something more than a composition target to make things click.

The lowly instructor went along the shooting agate line oblation to alter from targets to the bad guy prey, John wanted to try. He did ok, all five of his shots hit the guy, but there was no grouping. Bobby stepped over to John the Evangelist and suggested that he have the gun with one helping hand and the other hand act as a base underneath the gun stock to prevent the backlash to a lower limit. When John tried the trace, he got four out of the five together with the fifth one not part of the group but directly between the eye. John was ready to be done after seeing that. We all laughed at our new ‘ gun for hire ’. What surprised me the most was the forethought Jill was showing Dakota on how to properly utilize her weapon.

Dakota would take her five dig, Jill would hold her advice, and then Dakota would discharge five more. Clearly, Dakota was determined to master this and kept at it until her shooting became a lot better.

I asked the instructor if we could get all our military people lined up next to each other and have ourselves a little shoot off. He shrugged his articulatio humeri and asked the group if they would be willing, which they all agreed. In my chief, I thought that one of the CG male child would rise to the top. However, it was a surprise to me that although the CG son were salient, Fred and Jill took top honors. Fred put all five of his again revolve around mass on the regular target area. Jill used the bad-guy target and put all five squarely in the thorax. The CG boys all had center mass shots, but each one had one unmarried shot 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 great help to her giving her advice and direction on bettering her technique.

The early Lady 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 science as well. She was quite the spitfire, not volition to quit. Mom, well she really didn't tactile property well-heeled using the gun, but she did anyway. She kept trying until all five of her shot hit the target at least.

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

Once the education social class was over, I felt it was time for another great lunch at Fred's favorite Italian restaurant. Mom was excited to take heed we would be going back there. In her intellect our careen star would still be there, however, the rest of us just rolled our center 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 take up concern of what I was asking.

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

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

"papa, would it be OK with you if I went base instead of eating lunch with everyone ? I'm feeling a bit sicken and the opinion of garlic lettuce is making my tummy do flip flops,"Dakota said to me.

"Sir, I'd be happy to consume misfire Dakota back to the business firm,"Fred offered.

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

As we pulled into the parking lot, Fred pulled up next to the room access and let us out. I kissed Dakota before getting out. She assured me it was nothing 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 bombination was still about the gun class and the shooting. Everyone congratulated Jill on kicking the nether region out of the others, but Jill being Jill politely told everyone that they all ‘ let'her win. In my straits, I wasn't sure if they did or not. I knew one of the CG boys was a sniper but shooting a 50 quality from a moving chopper is far different than shooting a shooting iron.

Fred left with Dakota. Jill knew by my case that I was concern about her. The last two sentence we had maternity result, there was more to it than just being nauseated. I decided to call Dr. Ronda.

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

"Well, my sexy Darling River, I'm actually calling you to please break Dakota a call. She is skipping tiffin with the gang and is headed back to the family. I'm sure that I'm just being a big old worry-wort, but I want to err on the polarity of caution. Will you train on her as a favor to me ? '' I ask.

"Darling River, for you I'd do just about anything. I'll outcry her when we hang-up. But don't be surprised if I'm at your business firm collecting my Doctor fees,"She gives me a quick phone kiss and hang up.

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

Jill's telephone set bombilation.

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

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

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

"What was that all about ?"I ask.

"A large stockholder of Churchill Downs wants to buy all of our buck racetracks. He's put an investor radical together and they would wish to run across with us tomorrow morning at the mortarboard. They wanted to make sure they were not intruding on any funeral or family unit time with obedience to Bob Jaxson."She says to me.

"fountainhead, darling, you've told me that the tracks are heavy cash cow, their operating price 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 in effect melodic theme. What do you mean ?"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 blackness, but it wouldn't take much for that to change."Jill tells me as I hold her rear end out for her.

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

"Yes, we did. Let me drive a quick look but off the top of my brain we may be capable to get them to consider the solid package, including that one in upstate New York that hasn't made money in three or four years."Jill says. I just make love it when she gets into the patronage mode, she is so sexy then.

The proprietor comes over to recognise us. Before we even say anything, he has two bottle of Chianti and three baskets of ail breadstuff being delivered to the table. He also has several glasses of water supply. Fred had mentioned that we would like water with the meal. The owner did inquire where Fred was. I told him he is running one of our party dwelling, as she wasn't spirit well.

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

I leaned over to Jill and asked,"Darling do you possess a company check with you ? I'll need one for after dejeuner,"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 prison term to pay up,"I say avoiding the real number answer with all the pinna around listening.

It wasn't very long before plate replete of spaghetti and meat sauce started arriving at the board. It didn't even dawn on me until we were eating that Diane did not fall in us.

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

"Um, hail to imagine about it, no,"she replies.

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

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

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

I get up and walk around the table and hunker down down adjacent to John.

"Hey, where's Diane ?"

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

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

privy takes out his phone and dials it and hands it to me.

"HI HUNNY bunny rabbit,"Diane says thinking it was trick calling her.

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

"OH damn"she replies.

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

"pop, I screwed up before. I want you to think dear 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 morning plus, I have a pocket-size salad to induce in a bit,"she says back.

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

"wellspring, I keep forgetting,"she says.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh, my goodness. This has been a nutcase day. The gun range, the grade about how to handle a gun, lunch here, this is an awesome work day,"She says with a big grinning on her face.

"trade 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 reserve the big conference elbow room tomorrow. I don't know how foresightful we'll need it but let me book it for the entire day. Also, we need to make coffee, water, juice ready for tomorrow. We have an investiture group meeting Jill and me tomorrow. Can you have that ready for us ? '' I ask of her.

Sharon stops eating and dials up the office staff and has a spry conversation with someone and in just a brace of minutes she has everything set up. I smile and thank her. She goes back to eating. As Fred joins us, everyone welcome's him. He sits down next to Bobby and Sammy who are stuffing their faces almost as fast as John, which I didn't think anyone could even descend close.

We all sit and read our clock 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 arrest by tonight just to control on Dakota.

"Oh, yeah sir, she told Dakota to severalize you that your notice is yesteryear 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 hard cash to pay for the meal and she gives me a ship's company check.

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

CHAPTER 3

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

"We're not,"

"But you said…."she says.

"Just trust me,"I tell her.

We don't traveling too far, about three international nautical mile before we pull into our destination. A Mercedes franchise. Sharon's centre get big then tear up. I just smile. The driver pulls the car up to the front room access of the dealership. We get out and walk inside.

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

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

She picks up the phone and dials someone up.

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

"No thank you, we're amercement. How retentive until the sales representative is here ? '' I ask.

From behind me, I hear, `` hello, I'm told you asked for me ?"a immature part says.

We turn around and see a lovely young woman standing with a big smile on her face.

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

"Ms. Johansson, you don't know us. I asked for the newest sales rep,"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 untried Lady a car,"I tell her.

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

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

"Those automobiles sir are Mercedes Benz, the hunky-dory automobile on the planet,"she says with a big grin on her face.

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

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

"face BJ, we already know the case 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 want ?"She asks.

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

"Hello Ms. Sharon, your Dad says you only have to piece out the color and the options,"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 bosses bought cars for their people,"BJ says.

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

"Yeah, sorry. They make a big mint in training to not scream them motorcar,"she tells us.

"BJ let's start over. Hi, I'm David Greene. This is my construction manager Sharon. My company 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 color is available in the model ?"She asks.

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

"Which E class and what color,"BJ asks.

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

'' Yes, dame. We have one of each. They are also usable in Shirley Temple, ash grey, and lily-white,"she explains.

"St. David, I would really roll in the hay a red one, if that's OK with you,"Sharon asks.

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

"BJ may I see the red one ?"

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

We both get our licenses out and helping 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 to a lesser extent from your political boss ?"I reply smiling the hale time.

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

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

BJ begins her ramble about owning a Mercedes. 50 coats of pigment, 15 coat of exculpated lacquer, 5-star crash valuation, hand-stitched leather seats, seating for five, rear purview camera, blah, rant, blah. My eyes roll listening to the cook oral communication about the Mercedes.

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

She opens the doorway and Sharon gets in the number one wood's can. I get in the hind seat and BJ gets in the rider side. Once we are all in and secured with the prat belt, she hands Sharon the key fob. Sharon starts the car. She is so arouse that her deal are almost shaking.

Sharon listens intently to BJ explain thing about this model. I just sit back and hear. The examination drive takes more than an time of day as BJ wanted Sharon to experience all the feature film of the car.

"BJ what did you do before selling Mercedes ?"I ask. Sharon looks at me through the rearview mirror and smiles. 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 Old guy, who told me I would work mess of money selling these gondola. I've been working here 3 months now and have not sold even one car. I've gotten fold twice, but they did not qualify for funding. I feel like I got hoodwinked, but I owe them for 12 weeks of a draw with no cut-rate sale,"she explains to Sharon and me.

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

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

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

"Well sir, I only got my AA point in job finance. I would really like to have an bureau job working habitue minute but feeling like I was accomplishing matter,"BJ tells me.

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

"Absolutely honcho !"She says back.

"BJ, I saw a car future to this one in a beautiful blue, is that the Saame 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.

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

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

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

"Let's go inside and mouth to your sales coach,"I tell BJ.

We get out and mind inside. She stops at the security desk and hands the key fob back to the security safety device. She walks us to this lilliputian office with a cheap desk that has two stinking strong plastic chairman. She tells us she will be the right way back with her sales manager.

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

"Hello sir, I'm Tony Rollo, gross revenue manager. BJ tells me that you're looking to buy that overnice red E300. She's a looker, isn't she ?"He says to me, but what I hear in my question is blah, fustian, blah. My head likened the sound to the teacher's voice in the old Charlie Brown cartoons.

"Tony, I am concern in that car. What is the best OUT THE doorway price you can grant me ?"I ask.

"wellspring, you're in hazard, we have a neat deal on special financing for all new customer,"he begins.

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

"Well sir, we haven't discussed…."

I cut him off mid-sentence."Mr. Rollo, do you want to make a sale, or do you want to waste my prison term. I have niggling patience for time wasting. I work for a support. If you can't enjoin me what I asked you for either get your boss or I'm going to your competition,"I tell him sternly. I see BJ's oculus get bigger. Apparently, she hasn't seen anyone put Mr. Rollo in his place.

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

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

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

Klaus extends his hired 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 pine away my sentence. I work for a living and would like to get back to doing what I do. So, I'll ask you the same enquiry What is the practiced out the threshold toll on that red Mercedes that we just test 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 consume 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 get it for $ 79,500,"He tells me.

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

"OK, I'll assume both and I want your sureness 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 run soon, I would have just left and gone to your competition. How long do you believe this will take ?"I say with an air of superiority.

"Sir, we will have all the paperwork done and the cars ready in lupus erythematosus than 90 minute of arc. Will that be sufficient ?"Klaus says to us. However, I see Sharon having a hard time sitting still in her chairperson, the uncomfortable chair.

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

He leads us to another much more shower billet. I see the nameplate on the door that it belongs to Mr. Rollo.

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

"Oh no BJ, you get to stay in here with us. You're our sales person you get to reap the reinforcement 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 unite us while the new car get-ready department preps the two cars and their back-office people prepare all the paperwork.

The three of us chat and laugh about band of matter. Sharon goes on a cut-rate sale pitching to BJ about how just of a political boss I've been. She tells her about today's adventure, the gun range, the class on gun safety, the mythical lunch, and now getting her a new car. I think to myself that BJ is truly a stunner. She is certainly more beautiful than the Twin Falls 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 noblewoman comes into the office 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 line by line. Once she is done, she asks for requital. I write out the check to the epithet of the dealership and in the amount of $ 138,000, signing my name at the bottom. She looks at the check and asks if I'm the new CEO of the society that she saw on MSNBC. When I tell her that I am, she asks if she could get a prison cell phone exposure of us. I tell her only if our sales person BJ is in the photo.

The three of us stand together, the lady flanking me as the back-office lady snap fastener three moving-picture show trying to stool sure she gets a dear one. I ask that a copy 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 smidge ahead,"she says.

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

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

"Ah, Mr. Rollo, I want to thank you. You made it soft for BJ to quit your business firm. I'm taking her with us. If you think she still owes your firm money, feel devoid to send me the broadside. I'll have my forensic effectual squad go over what you say she owes you line by line. Should we find even one centime out of home, I'll have no alternative but to file complaint with the California Better commercial enterprise Bureau, the California Department of Business, AAA, and any early bureau I can think of. Please tell Mr. Klaus we thank him. good-bye Mr. Rollo, '' I say to him as I get up and will with BJ and Sharon.

As we walk to the door, I helping hand BJ the headstone to the blueing car.

"I want you to follow Sharon and me to my home,"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 system desk and handing over her keys and protection tag to the safety and says goodbye to him.

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

She hands me her speech sound. I put my cellphone number and the address of the Chateau on her phone and tell her to use the car 's GPS to get to my planetary house. She hesitantly agrees. I can recount that she is very nervous. I just turned her living upside down, but hopefully for the practiced.

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 potency to sign a stay for that amount,"Jill says to me.

"fountainhead, Sharon has a new car. I'm very glad that I fulfilled my promise to her when I hired her. Hey, I have an idea about tomorrow, let me spill the beans to you when we get home, oh, and I have another new individual to join our grouping. I hired our car sales rep,"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 postponement 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 blue angel tooth in both cars when we get to the house.

As we turn down the servicing road to the mansion, I see in my bill mirror BJ's typeface. She is astounded at the rest home. We pull into the courtyard of the Chateau. I see the gate guy wire have installed the gate, but it is still in the candid position. 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 nitty-gritty of the courtyard. BJ parks the aristocratic car next to Sharon's car. We get out of the cars and capitulum to the door. BJ is shocked and amazed. When we open the threshold and go inside, I was worried for a mo that she might just pass out. Her head is swirling, and she is spinning around trying to see everything. Sharon takes her mitt and tells her to come after her.

Jill and Dakota come bouncing over to me. Both of my ma'am give me a big amorous buss. I take Jill by the hand and take in her exterior to the courtyard. I ask her,"Jilly, what's your favorite color ?"

"Blue"

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

I shake my head and walk back inside. Sharon comes bouncing over to me and gives me a huge passionate kiss, right in battlefront 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 shack.

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

"I'm making broiled Chicken to toss into freshly made alfredo and egg dome. Sammy is making some finger's breadth intellectual nourishment appetiser and I think he's going to name a multiple layered vanilla and hemangioma simplex cake for dessert,"Bobby tells me. I look at the microwave clock and see that it is after 5pm. I feel bushed and sit down at the table.

I have a ticklish pair of bridge player cover my eyes, but by the perfume, I can tell that the hands belong to Amy.

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

"Yes, my pricy, Jill does take maintenance of all the tangible card. However, I'm dead reckoning that our client is Dr. Ronda. She's referring to wanting to bet with me, she hasn't had the chance in a while. Oh, Amy, this is BJ. I hired her away from the car dealership. She's going to be Sharon's assistant at the war hawk, so please make her feel welcome,"I say to Amy.

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

"David,"I correct her.

"Or Daddy,"Amy interjects.

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

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

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

'' How did you be intimate ? 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 hold back for another client, he just dismissed you. No recognition for selling two cable car, no thank you for doing a good job. He was contented 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 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 only two noblewoman that work for that franchise, all the other 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 David ?"Mom asks.

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

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

"No favourite, I'm St. David's boss's widow. My married man, David's genus Bos just passed away and David and Jill brought me back from my home in the Lionel Hampton to hang out here. Which I'm loving, especially with these cute guy wire that are here like Bobby and his opposite number Sammy, who is in the early kitchen, '' Mom tells BJ.

I see in BJ's eye that she has dubiousness, I get up snog Mom and even kiss BJ on the top of her head and headland back towards my sleeping room to take a quick shower.

When I get to my sleeping accommodation, Amy follows me inside.

"Amy, darling, where is everyone ?"

"Well, John and Jennifer went downtown to get Diane from the business office. The two CG bozo are outside at the pool and the Twins are in the pool with them. Belinda and Allison are working in the studio apartment. Well, you know where Jill and Dakota are. Mom you just saw in the kitchen. Paula went to the limo troupe as she had an take she had to adjust. Donna went to the claim center, she wanted to check on something that she suspects happens when she's not there, so she wanted to apply them a surprise visit. 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 uncommitted to you if you want me, anytime you want me,"Amy says with a sparkle in her eye.

I put my branch around her and perpetrate her to me. She stands on her tippy-toes to kiss me. We stand there for respective second just kissing. I pull her tightly to me. She puts her weapon around my neck. I feel her tiny trunk wardrobe itself against me. I hear her groan into my mouth as we continue our kiss.

I hear a slight knock on the bedroom threshold. I look over to see Sharon and BJ. Sharon brings BJ into the bedroom. She takes Amy's bridge player and walkway out with Amy leaving BJ alone with me in my bedchamber. BJ turns around and around looking at the sheer size of the bedroom.

"Sir, I'm not sure how comfy I feel. This is so surreal. You take me away from the dealership, you bring me to your household, you have all these beautiful women. 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 component of my playgroup does this because they love sex and bask making soul else feel good. Everything is consensual and none of it has anything to do with their job. gambling, don't play, it's all up to you. We have lots of good-looking guy and other than lav 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 matrimonial, but we also play with everyone. If you would like to play, just foot mortal out and work, we're a very friendly bunch. If you are bisexual, virtually all our women here are bisexual person. If you know what a tramp is, that probably defines us the C. H. Best,"I say to her.

"I don't know. I'm anxious. Sharon can't stop talking about you and your ability to please 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 contest. As I said, we are just a well-disposed lot. When Marcus gets here, I want to introduce him to you. He 's just a bit sr. than you but he 's a material buff. All the cleaning lady just have it off to play with him. I think that he would be a expectant low guy to flirt with."I tell her.

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

"Darling, you don't need to work up to me. I'm useable to you virtually anytime. Although, I do have a dear friend who wants to act as with me this evening coming over, Dr. Ronda,"I say to her.

I step forward. I put my arms around her and tilt in and osculate her. She responds a bit to a greater extent than I anticipated. Her mouth function and her clapper snakes its way into my oral fissure. I feel my shaft beginning to tent out my dress pants. She feels it as well, reaching down and squeezing my nearly erect pecker. I caress her back. I begin to unbutton her blouse. I let it send packing 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 light to the floor as well. Her hands begin to search my chest as she pulls my tee shirt over my forefront. I scoop her up in my arms, honeymoon stylus and lay her on the romp bed. I slide her slacks off her. I see that she has these precious ecru 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 floor. I slide my boxers down as well. I hear a small gasp as she sees my arduous cock pointing to the ceiling.

I get into the bed, moving my nerve between her thigh and leaning in to lick her muliebrity. She spreads her legs prehension my haircloth and pulling me into her. I begin to solve and draw her tasty sex. I feel her getting wetter with each clout. I gently put two fingerbreadth inside of her scraping on her G-spot. This makes her moan loudly as she splashes my hand and articulatio radiocarpea. She is moaning loudly now, pulling her knees up towards her face giving me more access to her fair sex. I keep curling my fingers inside of her making her coming to a greater extent and more until the big one hit like a mac truck.

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

Another orgasm rolls through her physical structure as I keep curling my fingers on her G-spot."OH DAVID, I'M CUMMING SO HARD….SO HARD….SO….HAA,"She doesn't finish the phrase as a tierce sexual climax rolled through flop on top of the irregular one. I let her accumulate her sensation after the third orgasm. I pull her in closing curtain and just kiss her. She wraps her legs around me and pull me in tightly.

"David, this is so often honorable than anything that I've experienced before. Thank you for taking me away from that ugly place. I guess at some point I need to go home base and set up for tomorrow,"she says to me.

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

She pulls herself into me and kisses me passionately. She lays her head on my bureau and just begins to encircle her fingers through my pectus 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 party is ready. I gently get up from underneath BJ and head out, putting on my basketball shorts and a tee shirt. I leave my bedroom threshold open. When I get to the animation room, Dakota and Jill are just coming back in with huge smiles on their faces. Clearly, they loved Jill 's new car. I got kisses from Dakota and a bigger kiss from Jill. I whisper in Jill 's ear that we have a new member of the playgroup in our dramatic play bed. Jill smile and says, `` Well, that did n't take very long, '' giggling at me.

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

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

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