This is the introduction to a chronicle that I will be writing to a greater extent of later. I am posting it too soon to see people 's answer and to test the system, it is not a final draft of the accomplished introduction but there is a word of warning. This news report will own ABSOLUTELY atrocious events befall in it, ONLY read the whole chronicle when it comes out if you are OK with the themes posted and NEVER transcript ANYTHING THAT HAPPENS. This is meant as fiction and just a way to carry a fetish, not an excuse to do anything with in. these are thing that SHOULD get you thrown in a dark pit with rabid frump, or prison, do n't do them !

Again this is a pugnacious draft and honestly this is a porn site, does grammar really matter ? please comment and get in skin senses if you have any approximation that will be useful for the account. useless criticism does zilch and ill just brush off that kind of thing. There will be NO SEX in this version of the intro but expect some dreadful things in the first chapter, if it ever happens, who knows, shrug, authors come and go on this site all the time.

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The names Michael Philip Jagger.

I am not a good man. I lost the rightfield to call my self that ages ago, after I met my boss, and if you think I am a bad guy, just envisage how bad he is. He runs the show and I do the work, but hey, at to the lowest degree I like my job. I worked my way up with the Boss, a few long time of oink work here and a few years of… oh, whats the mundane intelligence for this part, I guess"managing"will do ... managing one of the side surgical procedure there, this all made me very well off. My office within ... well, lets just call it,"The Company"does n't even want much effort on my piece anymore, so its a very relaxed job. Does n't injure that it pays well and can be very fun, too.

The political boss has got his mitt in just about everything, I think he wants to look into some si-fi shit following but, that 's besides the stage of my story. My boss is a very generous man, the money that he has loaned to out aspiring entrepreneur over the year has funded some of the bountiful corporate force mansion out there, and his loanword always comes back with interest. I am the head of the loan returns and repossession side of the Boss'work. When a lone comes to my desk for investigating its my job to obtain out the current position of any collateral that was offered and reclaim the value of the lone. My"functionary"claim is private investigator, and while technically truthful, I guess, it does n't do my job justice.

You know that one super massive technical school company, yeah THAT tech fellowship, honcho put up nearly of the starting time up on it, off the book of row. That loan never had no problems and is still paying off. Hes got an eye for those things my gaffer, but not every loan my chief has given go as cleanly as that one. nigh people who take a loan fucking suck with money and can never payback the money the foreman gave them, but that 's where I come in, to get what is owed to the gaffer, with interest.

But lets get to the effective function. The job I enjoyed the most was out W. Some brilliant guy showed the Boss his"get rich easy"plan and the Boss decided to impart him the loan. The total was huge and the idiot put everything up as collateral, his house, his company, the purpose of his program, his family, ya know standard stuff everyone puts up as collateral.

Well the"get rich easy"plan of this guy failed miserably and so I was sent his entropy and I got in tinge with him regarding recovering the political boss assets. The total I needed to collect was n't even that bad after everything was calculated ; just all land owned by him and his immediate class, any car and trade good attached to his house postponement, a daughter and his life. Could have been a lot worse, all that would go on was his wife and 2 of his kids would be homeless with goose egg but the clothing on their backs, one kid would serve"the troupe"and he would be dead, cypher big. Well the dumb ass ran.

We like it when they run. Any disbursement gets added to the measure that they owe. That means the yellow journalism of any bounty hunters and computer specialists we hire to track them down was charged to the offset. All of this is with interest I might add, and any thing I want for myself is also contribute because I can. I have n't looked at the going charge per unit on bounty hunters lately but the full 1 cost a lot. I almost feel bad for the families of the people who run, but I do n't. That 's the job.

wellspring this dense ass, I 'm just going to prognosticate him Dumbass from now on, was"lovingly"married with three daughters, perfect for us, painful for them. Miriam, his wife, was a super hot Milf in her mid 30 's, who only seemed to have that motherly shape in her breasts and ass, even after giving nativity to 3 tyke. Men would stamp out for a lover with that material body, cleaning lady would shoot down to bear it. She had started dating Dumbass Edward Young, like rattling young. He was in university almost graduated and she was most definitely was not. An early drop out of senior high school school school, she had never worked a job in her life, excepting Dumbass to do that part for her. She was kinda stuck up over all but, to her benefit, she loved her house and would do anything for her daughters, something I used from day one.

The older daughter was named Anabel. Definitely the sexy of the integral menage. Long branch, gorgeous fount, unspoilt B cup boobs, with her skinny ass she could take been working as a modelling if she was n't so lazy. She realized early in lifetime that men would do anything for her and so long as she kept her slit as an unprocurable loot for them to campaign over, they would hold on trying to woe her in more and more elaborate shipway. After high school she stopped doing anything, instead lounging at place waiting for one date or another to come in and adopt her to the following party or consequence. Some how after all this, when I got to her she was still a virgin.

The middle girl, Becky, was the opposite of her erstwhile sis. Any thing Anabel liked, Becky hated and frailty versa. Becky worked very hard at everything she did and the inquiries that we sent out all came back as her being a straight A student running for pupil counsel president. The but thing that the sister had in common were commanding position and dumbfound build. She did n't have the voltage to be a exemplar like her sister, a little shorter and with a more total material body but, Becky was no pushing over in the see section. That little supernumerary volume she had on her bones only made the curves of her body more fun to check. She had an push around her that led others to listen to what she said, which led to a small fillip for us.

The death girl was the vernal. Callie was an adorable educatee who 's body fell some where between her two sisters but was no less of a snap. Her consistency was diffuse in all the powerful places and tight where it counted. Her breast was smaller then that of the mother and Becky but, had already surpassed the eldest daughter by a cup size or two. Of all of them, only she seemed to be actually happy, perfectly happy to experience extolment and tending from those around her. She a girl surrounded by strong adult female and a doting father, her folk had done a great job of creating a pure and obedient child who was a pleasure to be with. She is still my favorite now.

The day that I first approached the folk was a great day for me, and the end of their comfortable slight house, but it was n't going to find all at once, no, I was going to let the debt pile on before I ripped them from their homes. Until the"caring"father was caught by our men I would have to bide close to his folk, to make sure they did n't run. boulder clay then, I was going to savour this experience to the fullest. All disbursement paid vacation on numskull'dime, Hades yeah !