This is the introduction to a report that I will be writing more of later. I am posting it early to see hoi polloi 's reaction and to test the system, it is not a final draft of the complete introduction but there is a word of warning. This story will possess ABSOLUTELY fearsome case pass in it, ONLY read the whole narrative when it comes out if you are OK with the themes posted and NEVER written matter ANYTHING THAT HAPPENS. This is meant as fabrication and just a way to express a fetish, not an excuse to do anything with in. these are matter that SHOULD get you thrown in a dark-skinned pit with rabid frankfurter, or prison, do n't do them !

Again this is a harsh gulp and honestly this is a erotica site, does grammar really matter ? please comment and get in mite if you have any ideas that will be useful for the story. useless criticism does cypher and ill just neglect that sort of thing. There will be NO SEX in this version of the introduction but expect some terrible things in the first chapter, if it ever happens, who knows, shrug, writer come and go on this situation all the time.

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The names Jagger.

I am not a good man. I lost the right to visit my ego that ages ago, after I met my party boss, and if you think I am a bad guy, just think how bad he is. He runs the appearance and I do the workplace, but hey, at least I like my job. I worked my way up with the gaffer, a few class of grunt work here and a few years of… oh, whats the mundane word for this part, I guess"managing"will do ... managing one of the position procedure there, this all made me very well off. My billet within ... well, lets just call it,"The company"does n't even take much effort on my part anymore, so its a very relaxed job. Does n't suffer that it pays well and can be very fun, too.

The Boss has got his hands in just about everything, I think he wants to look into some si-fi shit next but, that 's besides the point of my story. My genus Bos is a very generous man, the money that he has loaned to out aspiring entrepreneurs over the years has funded some of the biggest incorporated power sign of the zodiac out there, and his loan always comes back with interestingness. I am the head teacher of the loan payoff and repossession side of the boss'work. When a lone comes to my desk for investigation its my job to find out the current status of any collateral that was offered and reclaim the economic value of the lone. My"official"title is individual research worker, and while technically confessedly, I guess, it does n't do my job justice.

You know that one super massive technical school caller, yeah THAT tech company, party boss put up most of the startle up on it, off the Christian Bible of course. That loan never had no problem and is still paying off. Hes got an eye for those things my boss, but not every loan my boss has given go as cleanly as that one. virtually people who take a loan fucking suck with money and can never payback the money the hirer gave them, but that 's where I come in, to get what is owed to the gaffer, with interest.

But lets get to the commodity voice. The job I enjoyed the most was out west. Some brainy guy showed the Boss his"get plenteous easy"plan and the political boss decided to present him the loan. The total was vast and the half-wit put everything up as collateral, his mansion, his fellowship, the invention of his program, his fellowship, ya cognize standard clobber everyone puts up as collateral.

Well the"get rich prosperous"plan of this guy failed miserably and so I was sent his information and I got in touch with him regarding recovering the Bosses asset. The amount I needed to collect was n't even that bad after everything was calculated ; just all land owned by him and his immediate family, any car and commodity attached to his house hold, a daughter and his life. Could make been a lot unfit, all that would pass off was his married woman and 2 of his Kyd would be homeless with nothing but the article of clothing on their binding, one kid would serve"the company"and he would be dead, nothing big. Well the dumb ass ran.

We like it when they run. Any disbursal gets added to the amount that they owe. That means the tablet of any Bounty hunters and computing device specializer we hire to track them down was charged to the runner. All of this is with interest I might add, and any matter I want for myself is also impart because I can. I have n't looked at the going charge per unit on bounteousness Orion lately but the good one cost a lot. I almost feel bad for the families of the people who run, but I do n't. That 's the job.

fountainhead this dumb ass, I 'm just going to call him dunce from now on, was"lovingly"married with three girl, perfect for us, terrible for them. Miriam, his wife, was a crack hot Milf in her mid 30 's, who only seemed to take that maternally material body in her breasts and ass, even after giving parturition to 3 kids. Men would kill for a fan with that figure, cleaning woman would kill to give it. She had started dating dunce young, like existent young. He was in university almost graduated and she was most definitely was not. An early dip out of high school school, she had never worked a job in her life, excepting blockhead to do that part for her. She was kinda stuck up over all but, to her benefit, she loved her family and would do anything for her girl, something I used from day one.

The previous daughter was named Anabel. Definitely the aphrodisiac of the entire folk. Long legs, gorgeous side, good B cup boobs, with her skinny ass she could induce been working as a fashion model if she was n't so lazy. She realized early in life-time that men would do anything for her and so long as she kept her cunt as an unobtainable prize for them to oppose over, they would keep trying to woe her in more and more refine fashion. After high school she stopped doing anything, instead lounging at menage waiting for one date or another to come in and take her to the next party or result. Some how after all this, when I got to her she was still a virgin.

The center daughter, Becky, was the antonym of her aged sister. Any thing Anabel liked, Becky hated and frailty versa. Becky worked very hard at everything she did and the enquiry that we sent out all came back as her being a straight person A bookman running for student guidance President of the United States. The only things that the Sister had in plebeian were commanding attitudes and stupefy image. She did n't have the potential to be a fashion model like her sister, a little shorter and with a more full figure of speech but, Becky was no get-up-and-go over in the await department. That little redundant intensity she had on her os only made the curves of her consistency more fun to look on. She had an energy around her that led others to listen to what she said, which led to a belittled incentive for us.

The utmost daughter was the untried. Callie was an adorable scholar who 's eubstance fell some where between her two sisters but was no LE of a catch. Her body was gentle in all the rectify seat and tight where it counted. Her thorax was pocket-sized 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 well-chosen, perfectly well-chosen to welcome praise and aid from those around her. She a girl surrounded by strong women and a doting father, her sept had done a cracking job of creating a pure and obedient child who was a pleasance to be with. She is still my pet now.

The day that I first approached the family was a great day for me, and the end of their well-to-do little nursing home, but it was n't going to pass all at once, no, I was going to let the debt deal on before I ripped them from their base. Until the"caring"Father-God was caught by our men I would have to stay close to his family, to make sure they did n't run. Till then, I was going to enjoy this experience to the entire. All expenses paid holiday on Dumbass'dime bag, the pits yeah !