The Chauffeur ( # 28 ) shooter and former material

By PABLO DIABLO

copyright 2019

CHAPTER 1

When I woke up on Tuesday morning, Jill was still all entangled in me. It took a duad of hour to extricate and not wake her. As I stepped into the shower, it dawned on me that neither the security guys nor the logic gate multitude had made it here. I made a mental note to phone both.

I knew that our secure guy was now handling the ignition lock changes at the war hawk. need to let Sharon ask him to give up by at his gismo and complete installing the safes that he left in one of the bedrooms.

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

Roger had set us up with someone that he knew and trusted in teaching firearm condom 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 madam about old firearm preparation. I smelled intellectual nourishment being cooked, Francis Bacon and maybe some sausages, bollock, 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 smiling on their faces as they were both excited in this break of the day adventure. They both kissed me, but their reasoning for knocking was to ask about if the teacher would be bringing enough weapons 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 ready for our adventure.

I got her up and going. I headed down the mansion to our primary kitchen. To my surprisal, I found both Sammy and Bobby preparation breakfast for everyone. lav and Diane were already eating, of course, with John the Evangelist, that was an enormous amount of food for thought he was consuming.

"good Morning everyone,"I said smiling.

I got lots of groans, a couplet of in force mornings back, and a match of completely still because coffee had not taken core yet.

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

Amy told me that the security hombre had already called and would be here shortly. The gate people said that since we had changed the epithet from The Commune to the Chateau it would direct a bit More prison term to fix the gens over the gate. The safe guy said he would take 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 place for her to own the security to be set up, easily accessible to her, and being recorded on a cloud waiter. She said she already had a location set up just off the primary feather kitchen with a subaltern location in the big kitchen. I was happy she had a design in mind.

Since I had already gotten dressed in my dress trunks and a Cuban style shirt, I headed outside to the pool abode. I noticed the lights on in the pond rest home that was now a porno studio. I knocked. Allison answered. I heard moaning and groaning in the background. I saw both twins on their knee joint 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 back sleeping accommodation, where she was the centrepiece of a 12-man Mexican valium jerk. She whispered in my ear, how excited she was wearing her taking into custody in the family the other day and is looking forward to doing the Lapplander thing again.

I asked her how using the studio was going, she said that she has had a tremendous response and now has a small waiting tilt, that included a duet of guy cable that specialize in the BDSM life-style. 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 license, which I was not going to give her.

I did tip into her and whispered to her that she is my favorite submissive. This made her grinning. 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 theater, I see John peering out the glass door at me with a big cheesy grin on his face.

He opened the threshold for me. I responded,"No Saint John the Apostle, it's not what you are hoping happened. I was just checking on our erotica studio apartment 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 for sure what got everyone moving around so former, but with Bobby and Sammy preparation, the menage smelled delightful. I took a plate full of ballock, sausage, sirup, and toast. The guys also set out a meth of pineapple juice and Milk River for me. I sat at the kitchen board thinking about what Mom had said about needing a formal dining way table. 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 pauperization to be able to invest at to the lowest degree 20 people.

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

Jilly also filled a coffee cup, but she also held a plate out looking for food. Sammy gladly heaped 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 sausage cake with the sugary substance.

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

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

Corey dive under the water only to emerge with toilet's pant and boxer shorts. toilet looked over at the house and just smiled. None of us cared if he has some pool sex with the twins, in fact, I think a distich of the guys, like Marcus, envied whoremonger. I leaned over to Marcus and told him to go join privy, I 'm surely they would love to take you as an add-on. Marcus wasted no metre in getting up, shedding his clothes and went running out into the pool. I saw Carol swim 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 support elbow room. I got up and headed there, with Amy following close behind. I opened the room access to see about 50 FedEx boxes of diverse size. I didn't even acknowledge where to start. I told Amy that I wanted the Twin and Marcus to deal the same sorting job here that they did at the Hawk.

As I went to rick around, Amy cornered me. She put her arms around me and pulled me in for a kiss. I pulled her to me, figuring that she felt a bit lonely without Tina being here. I walked her out to the living room. 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 brim allowing each other's tongue to enter our mouths. 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 fantastic twinge as I began to fritter away rope 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 metre her whole eubstance shook with an orgasmic boot. We declared our loved for each other as I shot another round of sperm into her. She wrapped her lithe ramification around me pulling me deep 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 trivial 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 hired man rubbing my cum covered hammer. Her light stroking felt wonderful. 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 apparent movement. We began to rock back and Forth River. We continued rocking back and Forth for quite a retentive sentence. She began kissing me, licking my neck, and playing with my ear. All of that felt wonderful. I thrust into her, shooting rope after rope into her. She moaned in add up acceptance, declaring her lovemaking for me yet again.

Amy didn't leave us, she sat on the end of the redact observance us and fingering her own cum filled pussy. She was making a mess on the leather sofa. Her slit was expelling all the cum that I had put in there. She pulled out two finger full of cum, licking them clean. She moaned as she cleaned her own fingers. As my cock finally began to deflate, Amy took one finally slug of my dick taking upkeep to clean the cum from Dakota off my humanity. Dakota just smiled seeing Amy being slavish to me yet again.

CHAPTER 2

As the time for us to leave quickly approached, I remembered that Fred had left one of the limousine out into the courtyard. He got up, got dressed and headed outside to go occupy up the limo. He returned less than a one-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 manoeuver to the handgun range.

The other limousine 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 limousine were to the full of our playgroup. Off we went to the side arm range.

Marcus was left behind with instructions about the security party along with instructions that the logic gate the great unwashed may show up as well as the locksmith putting the remaining condom into various rooms around the menage. He accepted the responsibility.

As we drove to the range, Jill told us about how voiceless it was for her to con to measure up on the range in the Marines, although she was using Thomas More than just a side arm, she had to qualify with a rifle as well.

Sharon told us about growing up in a house where her Dad went hunting when the season came around. However, it was all a ruse to have a girlfriend on the side. Her Mom figured it out when he came home after a week of being gone ‘ hunting'but he had the exact same wearing apparel on that he left in. She rummaged through his baggage only to find a cute lacy bra, certainly not one of her Mothers ’. They divorced after that hunting season. He married his ‘ girl'about 6 months later.

Mom told us that Bob disapproved of gun for hire 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 shoot one. Fred offered his help making everyone in the back of the car smile.

Dakota had to be cajoled to talk about guns. She said she grew up in a toughened neighborhood, lots of gangs, heaps of distasteful hoi polloi many if not most had a gun. She said in high school one of her admirer was brutalized at point. She was so shaken up that she ended up committing felo-de-se. 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 course of instruction that I took my son to when he was about 8. This really pissed off his Mother, but I was intent on taking the ‘ fun'out of handling a firearm. We sat and listened to an instructor teach the kidskin about the difference between a six-shooter and a semi-automatic pistol. He showed the kidskin how to be able to depend at a arm and bed if there is a prophylactic or not, how to load and unload a pistol, as well as how to clean a arm properly. I explained that at his age all his friends were enamored with gunman. He told me various years later as he became a teenager that his best friend billystick nearly shot the family dog. He had found his Dad's .45 under his pillow and ran around the inside of the house when it went off. The dog ran and hid underneath a bed. He remembers how billystick just dropped the gun on the floor and went running to his bedroom knowing that he was getting a licking when Dad got home. As I told this tale, 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 well-chosen to see the size of the group once we all emerged from their respective limo. The instructor introduced himself and his assistant since Dakota had warned him about how great our group would be.

We all followed him into a classroom type setting where the learning would begin. He had many Sir Thomas More shooting iron than we needed, which was a rilievo to me.

As we all took a ass, I noticed that Dakota was seated right next to Jill. Fred, both CG boys already had firearms and carry Trachinotus falcatus. The teacher had us fulfill out the carry license class if we wished to be cleared to withstand and handle a small-arm.

The inaugural two hours of the training were…. well…. boring. necessary, but boring.

Before we were even allowed to handle a small-arm, we had to glide by a short quiz about handling a gun that the teacher had put together. It was a quick quiz, but it took everyone off guard a bit. Surprisingly Saint John the Apostle 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 pick up with.

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

Jill took cargo area of a Glock 9mm. I picked up a larger interlingual rendition of Dakota's Smith 9mm, this one had a longer gillyflower that fit my paw better.

Mom, well she was quite rummy, she picked up a gun like she was picking up a bushed rat. This made several of us chuckle, but it was Fred who saved the day with her helping to pick out a gun to her size but not with such power to overwhelm her. He gave her a hire weaponry 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 someone else to choose their gun. Of course of action, John Lackland wanted to establish off, but the CG son kept him in his fundament.

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 succeeding to John explaining that although a .357 is a great gun, it's better suited for the picture and not in veridical biography. He selected a Ian Douglas Smith & Wesson 9mm which John took reluctantly and gave up the large revolver.

In my pass, I again see the maturity level of John growing. Not all that long ago, he would feature argued about what gun he wanted, but here he listened to reason and made the transposition. Maybe I need to include him in a real work academic term with me.

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

The teacher divided the chemical group down the middle of the class. One half of the class went with the primary instructor, the other one-half went with the supporter. We all got up and followed our various instructor with him putting each of us at separate sales booth in which to fool from.

I chose the very end, closest to Dakota and Jill. I wanted to see Jill shoot, but after hearing about Dakota's previous experience with a small-arm, made me concern 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 adjacent to me.

In my foreland, it thought this to be a rather wanton task, boy was I wrong. I guess I should be well-chosen that we were all shot in the same counsel at least. It was clear who had handgun education and who did n't. I was n't bad, all my round of drinks at least hit the prey paper. However, piteous Paula and Jennifer had no beat hit the target paper. They were both set to ease up up almost immediately. The primary instructor moved Jennifer and Paula closer to the CG boys, that way each one of them could return them aristocratical suggestions about being more successful.

Sammy and Bobby also helped. They each made gentle proffer to Donna and Allison, although I don't think Allison was well-to-do holding the gun. She kept putting the gun down after each snapshot. Sammy told her to fire all five round of golf then put the firearm down.

Next, to me, I heard five shots all grouped together. I turned and saw Jill coaching Dakota. Jill, the CG hombre, Fred, and Sammy and Bobby all had put their rounds inside the fateful, but the CG guys and Fred all hit revolve about mass. The teacher offered to transfer the mark paper from a butt to one of a ‘ bad guy ’, Dakota readily accepted the offer.

It was as if a lightly switch turned on with Dakota. She put her succeeding five all in the expression of the bad guy……all five ! She smiled at her solution, Jill laughed even the teacher made mention that sometimes you just call for something more than a newspaper target to make thing click.

The subaltern teacher went along the shooting ancestry oblation to interchange from object to the bad guy target, John wanted to try. He did ok, all five of his shots hit the guy, but there was no grouping. Bobby stepped over to Saint John and suggested that he maintain the gun with one deal and the other script act as a base underneath the gun stock to keep the backlash to a lower limit. When trick tried the trace, he got four out of the five together with the twenty percent one not part of the group but directly between the eyes. John was make to be done after seeing that. We all laughed at our new ‘ gunslinger ’. What surprised me the most was the guardianship Jill was showing Dakota on how to properly apply her weapon.

Dakota would take her five shots, Jill would gift her advice, and then Dakota would fire five Sir Thomas More. Clearly, Dakota was determined to master this and kept at it until her shooting became a lot better.

I asked the teacher if we could get all our military hoi polloi lined up following to each other and have ourselves a trivial shoot off. He shrugged his shoulders and asked the mathematical group if they would be volition, which they all agreed. In my school principal, I thought that one of the CG boys would spring up to the top. However, it was a surprise to me that although the CG boys were spectacular, Fred and Jill took top honour. Fred put all five of his again center plenty on the regular fair game. Jill used the bad-guy objective and put all five squarely in the chest of drawers. The CG boys all had center mint shooting, but each one had one single stroke that drifted and touched the billet, whereas Fred did not.

Dakota just kept practicing repeatedly, focusing on her mastering this science. Jill was clearly a great assistant to her giving her advice and direction 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 overcome the skill as well. She was quite the spitfire, not willing to quit. Mom, well she really didn't feel comfortable using the gun, but she did anyway. She kept trying until all five of her shots hit the target at least.

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

Once the education class was over, I felt it was clip for another expectant dejeuner at Fred's favorite Italian restaurant. Mom was excited to hear we would be going back there. In her idea our rock candy star would still be there, however, the rest of us just rolled our eye 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 precaution of what I was asking.

Since the CG boys were Fred's nephews, I assumed that they knew of Fred's Italian eating place. Oddly, they had no clew when I asked them to phone ahead and let them know we were coming over, all 14 of us. Thankfully, Dakota had the identification number already on her phone and made the call.

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

"pa, would it be OK with you if I went home instead of eating dejeuner with everyone ? I'm feeling a bit nauseated and the thought of garlic bread is making my tummy do flip founder,"Dakota said to me.

"Sir, I'd be glad to take young lady Dakota back to the house,"Fred offered.

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

As we pulled into the parking lot, Fred pulled up next to the door and let us out. I kissed Dakota before getting out. She assured me it was nothing to interest 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 buzz was still about the gun course of instruction and the shooting. Everyone congratulated Jill on kicking the Inferno out of the others, but Jill being Jill politely told everyone that they all ‘ let'her win. In my head, I wasn't surely if they did or not. I knew one of the CG boy was a sniper but shooting a 50 quality from a moving helicopter is far different than shooting a pistol.

Fred left with Dakota. Jill knew by my face that I was worried about her. The terminal two sentence we had pregnancy issues, there was more to it than just being nauseated. I decided to call Dr. Ronda.

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

"wellspring, my sexy ducky, I'm actually calling you to please return Dakota a call. She is skipping lunch with the gang and is headed back to the house. I'm sure that I'm just being a big old worry-wort, but I want to err on the planetary house of precaution. Will you check on her as a party favour to me ? '' I ask.

"favourite, for you I'd do just about anything. I'll call her when we hang-up. But don't be surprised if I'm at your planetary house collecting my doctor fees,"She gives me a quick telephone set buss and hangs up.

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

Jill's phone buzzes.

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

There's a break as I can only get word Jill's face of the conversation.

"Yes, tomorrow morning 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 declamatory stockholder of Winston S. Churchill John L. H. Down wants to buy all of our horse racetracks. He's put an investor group together and they would like to meet with us tomorrow morning at the Hawk. They wanted to make indisputable they were not intruding on any funeral or category meter with respect to Bob Jaxson."She says to me.

"Well, darling, you've told me that the tracks are slap-up cash Bos taurus, their operating costs and liability insurance have gone up exponentially. I was thinking about the financials you sent me and maybe selling one, two, or all of them would be a unspoiled idea. What do you cogitate ?"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 black, but it wouldn't take much for that to change."Jill tells me as I hold her seat out for her.

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

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

The owner comes over to greet us. Before we even say anything, he has two bottleful of Chianti and three field goal of garlic lolly being delivered to the table. He also has several glasses of water. Fred had mentioned that we would like weewee with the repast. The owner did ask where Fred was. I told him he is running one of our political party dwelling house, as she wasn't intuitive feeling well.

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

I leaned over to Jill and asked,"deary do you throw a company hitch 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 meter to pay up,"I say avoiding the literal response with all the pinna around listening.

It wasn't very long before crustal plate full 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 conjoin us.

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

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

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

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

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

I get up and walk around the table and squat down future 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 workplace if not with us. I told her she was being overly tender, but she's grievous about making for sure you're felicitous with her,"John tells me.

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

privy takes out his earpiece and telephone dial it and hands it to me.

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

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

"OH horseshit"she replies.

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

"papa, I screwed up before. I want you to think good of me. I figured that if I wasn't at the gun thing, then I should be here at my desk working,"she says back.

"wellspring, darling, we're missing you. No one is here to slap John the Evangelist upside his drumhead 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 small salad to take in in a bit,"she says back.

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

"well, I keep forgetting,"she says.

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

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

I walk back down to my buns. I stop at Sharon and lean in an ask her,"Will you move down by me please ?"

I hold my bridge player out and avail her up from the table. We walk down to my bit. One of the CG boys brings her chair. Jill scooches over and pulls my chair over as well making room for Sharon.

I put her plate of nutrient down at the empty blot, delay for the professorship to be set in property and sustain Sharon's hand as she sits down.

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

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

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

"Oh, my goodness. This has been a loony day. The gun range, the form about how to handle a gun, lunch here, this is an amazing employment day,"She says with a big smile on her face.

"commodity, 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 room tomorrow. I don't make out how long we'll need it but let me book it for the intact day. Also, we need to give burnt umber, water, juice ready for tomorrow. We have an investment radical meeting Jill and me tomorrow. Can you have that ready for us ? '' I ask of her.

Sharon stops eating and telephone dial up the office and has a straightaway conversation with someone and in just a couple of mo she has everything set up. I smile and thank her. She goes back to eating. As Fred joins us, everyone receive's him. He sits down succeeding to Bobby and Sammy who are stuffing their faces almost as fast as John, which I didn't think anyone could even come close.

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

"Oh, yeah sir, she told Dakota to tell apart you that your bill is past tense 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 Johnny Cash to pay for the meal and she gives me a company check.

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

CHAPTER 3

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

"We're not,"

"But you said…."she says.

"Just intrust me,"I tell her.

We don't travelling too far, about three miles before we pull into our destination. A Mercedes dealership. Sharon's eye get big then tear up. I just smiling. The driver pulls the car up to the front doors 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 cars what are they selling ?

"Ma'am, we would care to speak 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 burnt umber or bottled water system while you wait ?"The receptionist asks.

"No thank you, we're fine. How foresighted until the salesperson is here ? '' I ask.

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

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

"I'm Brandi Johansson. My friends send for me BJ. Do I know you from somewhere because you don't look familiar to me,"she asks.

"Ms. Johansson, you don't know us. I asked for the newest 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 bid me BJ,"she says making Sharon and me smile.

"OK, BJ, we're here to buy this young noblewoman a car,"I tell her.

"well sir, we don't sell cars,"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 machine on the satellite,"she says with a big smile on her face.

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

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

"Look BJ, we already know the eccentric of MERCEDES. We just need to find fault out color and alternative and check to see if you have it in blood,"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.

"hullo Ms. Sharon, your Dad says you only have to clean out the colour and the options,"BJ says.

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

"Oh WOW, I wish more bosses bought cars for their mass,"BJ says.

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

"Yeah, sorry. They make a big quite a little in training to not visit them cars,"she tells us.

"BJ let's start over. Hi, I'm David Greene. This is my building manager Sharon. My company is buying her a car of her 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 poser picked out and do you know what color is uncommitted in the modelling ?"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, Ma'am. We have one of each. They are also available in dim, silver, and white,"she explains.

"David, I would really hump 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 postdate me. I just have to lay off at our security desk testify them your license and get the key,"she explains.

We both get our licenses out and hand them to BJ. As she walks away from us, I again get poked in the costa with Sharon saying in my ear,"Bet you'd like a guess at her eh ?"chuckling as she says it.

"Would you expect anything to a lesser extent from your boss ?"I reply smiling the wholly time.

BJ stops at the security desk who takes our licenses and runs them through a 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 class Mercedes. Sharon's eyes light up when she sees the red one. She grabs my bicep and squeezes as she is excited like a child on Christmas morning.

BJ begins her ramble about owning a Mercedes. 50 coat of pigment, 15 coats of straighten out lacquer, 5-star crash rating, hand-stitched leather seats, seating for five, rear view camera, blah, claptrap, blah. My eyes roll listening to the prepared speech about the Mercedes.

"BJ can we take the vehicle for a test effort ?"I ask.

She opens the door and Sharon gets in the number one wood's seat. I get in the back seat and BJ gets in the rider side. Once we are all in and secured with the ass belts, she hands Sharon the key fob. Sharon starts the car. She is so excited that her men are almost shaking.

Sharon listens intently to BJ explain things about this good example. I just sit back and listen. The test driving takes more than an hr as BJ wanted Sharon to experience all the feature of speech of the car.

"BJ what did you do before selling Mercedes ?"I ask. Sharon looks at me through the rearview mirror and grinning. 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 quondam guy, who told me I would ca-ca lots of money selling these cable car. I've been working here 3 calendar month now and have not sold even one car. I've gotten conclude twice, but they did not specify for funding. 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 automobile, I mean."I ask.

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

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

"Well sir, I only got my AA degree in business finance. I would really like to have an office 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 supporter ? '' I say smiling to her.

"Absolutely Boss !"She says back.

"BJ, I saw a car next to this one in a beautiful blue, is that the like 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 desire to test cause 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 verbalize to your sales manager,"I tell BJ.

We get out and read/write head inside. She stops at the security department desk and hands the key fob back to the certificate guard duty. She walks us to this tiny office with a cheap desk that has two lousy backbreaking plastic president. She tells us she will be right back with her sale manager.

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

"how-do-you-do sir, I'm Tony Rollo, sales coach. BJ tells me that you're looking to buy that nice red E300. She's a beauty, isn't she ?"He says to me, but what I hear in my head is blah, claptrap, blah. My straits likened the sound to the teacher's representative in the old Charlie Robert Brown cartoons.

"Tony, I am interest in that car. What is the near OUT THE DOOR price you can kick in me ?"I ask.

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

"Tony, Tony, stop rightfield there. I asked for your estimable 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 realise a sales event, or do you want to waste my time. I have niggling patience for clock time atrophy. I work for a bread and butter. If you can't tell me what I asked you for either get your genus Bos or I'm going to your competition,"I tell him sternly. I see BJ's center get braggart. Apparently, she hasn't seen anyone put Mr. Rollo in his place.

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

He returns a twain of moment late with a slender man.

"Sir, this is Klaus. He owns this franchise,"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 mend car. Yet, your man here seems to want to lay waste to 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 question What is the estimable out the door price on that red Mercedes that we just test drove with this hardworking gentlewoman BJ ?"I say in a behind vocalisation, now getting a bit annoyed.

"That car sir goes for $ 61,000 but I can let you experience 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 receive it for $ 79,500,"He tells me.

"And that's your well monetary value to me and these are out the door cost, tax, tag, and all your little preprinted fees ?"I ask.

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

"Sir, we will throw all the paperwork done and the elevator car set in less than 90 minute of arc. Will that be sufficient ?"Klaus says to us. However, I see Sharon having a heavily time sitting still in her professorship, the uncomfortable chair.

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

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

We go in and sit down. BJ tries to apologize 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 gross revenue person you get to glean the rewards of selling us not one but TWO cars,"I say to her in front line of Mr. Rollo.

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

The three of us chat and joke about stack of things. Sharon goes on a sales event tar to BJ about how trade good of a boss I've been. She tells her about today's dangerous undertaking, the gun stove, the family on gun guard, the fab tiffin, 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 Christmas carol While she is no Jill, nor Dakota, nor even Amy for that affair 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 as she goes over them line by line of descent. Once she is done, she asks for defrayal. I write out the check to the name of the dealership and in the amount of $ 138,000, signing my epithet at the bottom. She looks at the check and asks if I'm the new CEO of the company that she saw on MSNBC. When I tell her that I am, she asks if she could get a cell speech sound picture of us. I tell her only if our cut-rate sale person BJ is in the photo.

The three of us stand together, the ladies flanking me as the back-office lady snaps three pictures trying to pretend surely she gets a good one. I ask that a copy goes to BJ as her starting time 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 smidgeon ahead,"she says.

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

Sharon knows what's coming next, of trend, 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 easy for BJ to cease your firm. I'm taking her with us. If you think she still owes your firm money, feel relieve to get off me the invoice. I'll have my forensic legal team go over what you say she owes you line by line. Should we notice even one centime out of place, I'll have no choice but to file ill with the California bettor Business Bureau, the California department of line, AAA, and any former way I can call back of. Please distinguish Mr. Klaus we thank him. Goodbye Mr. Rollo, '' I say to him as I get up and leave with BJ and Sharon.

As we walk to the door, I hired man 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 bottom draftsman and pulls out a bag. She walks back over to me, stopping at the security department desk and handing over her keys and certificate tag to the guard and says goodbye to him.

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

She hands me her phone. I put my cellphone number and the destination of the Chateau on her phone and severalize her to use the car 's GPS to get to my menage. She hesitantly agrees. I can recount 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 phone bombilation. It's Jill.

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

"Did you just buy Sharon a Mercedes ? They called to verify that you had the authority to subscribe a stop for that quantity,"Jill says to me.

"Well, Sharon has a new car. I'm very gladiolus that I fulfilled my hope to her when I hired her. Hey, I have an thought about tomorrow, let me verbalise to you when we get home, oh, and I have another new person to join our radical. 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 blue angel tooth in both auto when we get to the house.

As we turn down the service road to the house, I see in my eyeshade mirror BJ's face. She is astounded at the homes. We pull into the courtyard of the Chateau. I see the gate bozo have installed the logic gate, but it is still in the give posture. I also see the security cat van here. Although, I don't see the safe guy's vehicle.

Sharon parks her car in the absolute essence of the courtyard. BJ parks the blue car next to Sharon's car. We get out of the cars and head to the door. BJ is shocked and amazed. When we open the door and go inside, I was worried for a mo that she might just fall out out. Her capitulum 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 ladies give me a big romantic kiss. I take Jill by the hand and have her outside to the court. I ask her,"Jilly, what's your preferent coloring ?"

"blueing"

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

I shake my head and manner of walking back inside. Sharon comes bouncing over to me and gives me a vast passionate buss, right in front of BJ. When she breaks from the candy kiss, she takes BJ's bridge player and tells her that she's going to get a tour of the hovel.

They bound off together. I smell some sound solid 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 chuck out into freshly made alfredo and egg noodles. Sammy is making some digit intellectual nourishment appetizers and I think he's going to spend a penny a multiple layered vanilla extract and strawberry cake for afters,"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 duet of hands cover my eyes, but by the perfume, I can say that the hands belong to Amy.

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

"Yes, my earnest, Jill does take aid of all the tangible placard. However, I'm guessing that our guest is Dr. Ronda. She's referring to wanting to recreate with me, she hasn't had the opportunity in a spell. Oh, Amy, this is BJ. I hired her away from the car dealership. She's going to be Sharon's helper at the war hawk, so please make her tone welcome,"I say to Amy.

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

"Jacques Louis David,"I correct her.

"Or pa,"Amy interjects.

"OK, Saint 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 someone like that ?"BJ asks me.

"No, Hugh Heffner changed the public. He made naked pictures of womanhood into a worldwide cartridge clip. I 'm just trying to fix my caller, Jaxson Inc."I say to her.

"BJ, in the tryout drive you made mention that you dated an Old 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 bed ? I thought no one knew, '' She says with a stunned expression on her face.

"I watched the way you acted around him and the way he dismissed you,"I tell her.

"What do you think of ?"she asks.

"When you thought you were supposed to go back out and wait for another client, he just dismissed you. No recognition for selling two railway car, no thank you for doing a undecomposed 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 sale,"I tell her.

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

Melanie comes around the box. 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 assistant,"I tell Mom.

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

"No Darling River, I'm David's boss's widow. My hubby, David's boss just passed away and David and Jill brought me back from my house in the Lionel Hampton to hang up out here. Which I'm loving, especially with these cute guy rope that are here like Bobby and his counterpart Sammy, who is in the former kitchen, '' Mom tells BJ.

I see in BJ's heart that she has questions, I get up kiss Mom and even kiss BJ on the top of her head and headway back towards my bedroom to take up a nimble shower.

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

"Amy, darling, where is everyone ?"

"Well, John and Jennifer went downtown to get Diane from the office. The two CG guys are outside at the syndicate 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 limousine troupe as she had an issue she had to slump. Donna went to the call midpoint, she wanted to suss out on something that she suspects happens when she's not there, so she wanted to leave 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 course, I'm here useable to you if you want me, anytime you want me,"Amy says with a twinkle in her eye.

I put my arms around her and pull her to me. She stands on her tippy-toes to kiss me. We stand there for various minutes just kissing. I pull her tightly to me. She puts her sleeve around my neck. I feel her diminutive body wardrobe itself against me. I hear her moan into my oral cavity as we continue our kiss.

I hear a slight knock on the bedroom room access. I look over to see Sharon and BJ. Sharon brings BJ into the bedroom. She takes Amy's hired man and walks out with Amy leaving BJ alone with me in my chamber. BJ turns around and around looking at the sheer size of the bedroom.

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

"BJ you're a beautiful cleaning woman. Would I like to deliver physical intimacy with you ? ABSOLUTELY ! But, only if you 're willing. Everyone who is piece of my playgroup does this because they love sex and enjoy making soul else feel trade good. Everything is consensual and none of it has anything to do with their job. Play, don't play, it's all up to you. We have draw of good-looking guys and early than John and Diane and Jill and I everyone is individual. Saint John and Diane are engaged, but they play with everyone. Jill and I are conjoin, but we also play with everyone. If you would like to play, just cull someone out and act, we're a very favorable bunch. If you are bisexual, virtually all our adult female here are epicene. If you know what a swinger is, that probably defines us the best,"I say to her.

"I don't know. I'm nervous. Sharon can't check talking about you and your ability to please a adult female. But I see this beautiful flyspeck woman who just left this elbow room, what 's her public figure, Amy ? How do I vie with that ? '' She asks.

'' BJ, this is not a competition. As I said, we are just a well-disposed bunch. When Marcus gets here, I want to inaugurate him to you. He 's just a bit honest-to-goodness than you but he 's a real lover. All the adult female just love to play with him. I think that he would be a outstanding first base guy to play with."I tell her.

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

"pet, you don't need to work up to me. I'm available to you virtually anytime. Although, I do make a dear friend who wants to trifle with me this night coming over, Dr. Ronda,"I say to her.

I step forward. I put my weapons system around her and lean in and snog her. She responds a bit Sir Thomas More than I anticipated. Her mouth parts and her tongue snakes its way into my oral fissure. I feel my cock beginning to tent out my dress knickers. She feels it as well, reaching down and squeezing my nearly raise cock. I caress her back. I begin to unbutton her blouse. I let it set down to the flooring. 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 floor as well. Her hands begin to explore my chest as she pulls my tee shirt over my head. I scoop her up in my weapons system, honeymoon style and lay her on the bid bed. I slide her slacks off her. I see that she has these precious beige lacing panties. I remove them. While I'm standing at the side of the bed, I unbuckle my own pants letting them fall to the floor. I slide my boxers down as well. I hear a modest pant as she sees my hard cock pointing to the ceiling.

I get into the bed, moving my cheek between her thighs and leaning in to lap her woman. She spreads her legs grasping my hair and pulling me into her. I begin to cream and suck her tasty sex. I feel her getting bedwetter with each lick. I gently put two fingers inside of her scraping on her G-spot. This makes her moan loudly as she splashes my hand and carpus. She is moaning loudly now, pulling her human knee 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, YOU ARE AN AWESOME lover,"she says to me as a huge orgasm rolls through her body.

Another orgasm 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 climax rolled through right on top of the mo one. I let her get together her Mary Jane after the one-third orgasm. I pull her in close and just kiss her. She wraps her stage around me and pulls me in tightly.

"David, this is so often better 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 and organise for tomorrow,"she says to me.

"BJ, you don't need to go house tonight. I have mickle of way here. We'll work something out. I just know you will savour our group. This is only the kickoff of your sexual awakening,"I tell her.

She pulls herself into me and buss me passionately. She lays her head on my chest and just Menachem Begin to circle her fingers through my chest hairsbreadth. It doesn't take recollective 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 trunks and a tee shirt. I leave my bedroom door open. When I get to the livelihood elbow room, Dakota and Jill are just coming back in with huge smiles on their faces. Clearly, they loved Jill 's new car. I got buss from Dakota and a bragging kiss from Jill. I whisper in Jill 's ear that we have a new phallus of the playgroup in our play bed. Jill smiling and says, `` Well, that did n't direct very long, '' giggling at me.

We all head down to the kitchen to get some food for thought. I see bathroom 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 unhurt time.

I made myself a big plate of intellectual nourishment. I thought about just how courteous my biography has become since I became a chauffeur. Tomorrow is another day and Jill and I must fulfil this investing group about the horse tracks. We all eat our dinner enjoying each other's company.

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