This is the introduction to a level that I will be writing more of later. I am posting it other to see people 's reception and to prove the system, it is not a final bill of exchange of the perfect intro but there is a word of warning. This story will take ABSOLUTELY terrible events happen in it, ONLY read the whole tale when it comes out if you are OK with the subject posted and NEVER copy ANYTHING THAT HAPPENS. This is meant as fiction and just a way to express a fetish, not an excuse to do anything with in. these are affair that SHOULD get you thrown in a sour pit with rabid dogs, or prison, do n't do them !

Again this is a approximative draft and honestly this is a porn web site, does grammar really count ? please comment and get in touch if you have any ideas that will be utilitarian for the story. useless criticism does nothing and ill just ignore that kind of thing. There will be NO SEX in this variant of the launching but expect some abominable things in the first chapter, if it ever happens, who knows, shrug, source come and go on this situation all the time.

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The names Michael Philip Jagger.

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

The genus Bos has got his hands in just about everything, I think he wants to look into some si-fi damn next but, that 's besides the point of my story. My hirer is a very generous man, the money that he has loaned to out aspiring enterpriser over the old age has funded some of the great corporate power star sign out there, and his loans always comes back with interest. I am the head of the loanword counter and repossession side of the gaffer'work. When a lone comes to my desk for investigation its my job to find out the electric current position of any collateral that was offered and reclaim the value of the lone. My"official"championship is private investigator, and while technically true, I guess, it does n't do my job justice.

You know that one super massive tech company, yeah THAT tech company, boss put up nearly of the outset up on it, off the books of grade. That loanword never had no problems and is still paying off. Hes got an eye for those things my genus Bos, but not every loan my political boss has given go as cleanly as that one. Most people who take a loan fucking suck with money and can never payback the money the Boss gave them, but that 's where I come in, to get what is owed to the Bos, with interest.

But lets get to the undecomposed parting. The job I enjoyed the most was out western United States. Some brilliant guy showed the genus Bos his"get rich easy"architectural plan and the Boss decided to give him the loan. The amount was huge and the idiot put everything up as collateral, his theater, his company, the innovation of his plan, his family, ya know received stuff everyone puts up as collateral.

fountainhead the"get rich loose"plan of this guy failed miserably and so I was sent his entropy and I got in touch with him regarding recovering the hirer assets. The amount I needed to accumulate was n't even that bad after everything was calculated ; just all landed estate owned by him and his immediate fellowship, any car and trade good attached to his house cargo hold, a daughter and his life. Could have been a lot big, all that would encounter was his married woman and 2 of his nipper would be homeless person with cypher but the clothing on their backs, one kid would serve"the company"and he would be dead, nix big. Well the silent ass ran.

We like it when they run. Any expense gets added to the amount that they owe. That means the tabs of any H.M.S. Bounty hunters and computer specialists we hire to get over them down was charged to the runner. All of this is with interestingness I might add, and any thing I want for myself is also added because I can. I have n't looked at the going rate on bounteousness huntsman lately but the good ones cost a lot. I almost feel bad for the families of the hoi polloi who run, but I do n't. That 's the job.

Well this dumb ass, I 'm just going to cry him hammerhead from now on, was"lovingly"married with three daughters, perfect tense for us, wicked for them. Miriam, his married woman, was a super hot Milf in her mid 30 's, who only seemed to have that motherly build in her breasts and ass, even after giving parentage to 3 kids. Men would down for a devotee with that figure, fair sex would kill to give birth it. She had started dating muttonhead young, like real young. He was in university almost graduated and she was most definitely was not. An early drop out of high schooling schooling, she had never worked a job in her life, excepting lunkhead to do that character for her. She was kinda stuck up over all but, to her welfare, she loved her family and would do anything for her daughter, something I used from day one.

The older daughter was named Anabel. Definitely the sexiest of the entire family. Long legs, gorgeous expression, practiced B cup boob, with her tight-fitting ass she could have been working as a model if she was n't so indolent. She realized early in biography that men would do anything for her and so long as she kept her kitty-cat as an unobtainable prize for them to contend over, they would keep trying to woe her in more and more elaborate ways. After high shoal she stopped doing anything, instead lounging at home waiting for one date or another to issue forth and take on her to the next political party or event. Some how after all this, when I got to her she was still a virgin.

The middle daughter, Becky, was the reverse of her elderly sister. Any thing Anabel liked, Becky hated and frailty versa. Becky worked very hard at everything she did and the inquiries that we sent out all came back as her being a straight A student running for bookman counsel President of the United States. The only things that the sisters had in mutual were commanding attitudes and amazing soma. She did n't induce the potency to be a exemplar like her baby, a slight shorter and with a more full trope but, Becky was no thrust over in the smell section. That little superfluous volume she had on her bones only made the curves of her eubstance more fun to look out. She had an vigour around her that led others to heed to what she said, which led to a small incentive for us.

The last daughter was the youngest. Callie was an adorable student who 's body fell some where between her two sister but was no less of a taking into custody. Her body was soft in all the right property and tight where it counted. Her chest was smaller then that of the mother and Becky but, had already surpassed the eldest girl by a cup size or two. Of all of them, only she seemed to be actually glad, perfectly happy to incur congratulations and care from those around her. She a girl surrounded by strong women and a doting begetter, her crime syndicate had done a gravid 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 crime syndicate was a neat day for me, and the end of their easy little home, but it was n't going to happen all at once, no, I was going to let the debt spile on before I ripped them from their dwelling house. Until the"caring"father was caught by our men I would have to remain close to his sept, to create sure they did n't run. boulder clay then, I was going to delight this experience to the fullest. All expense paid holiday on Dumbass'dime, hellhole yeah !