The Chauffeur ( # 28 ) Guns and Other Stuff

By PABLO DIABLO

right of first publication 2019

CHAPTER 1

When I woke up on Tues morning, Jill was still all entangled in me. It took a couple of minutes to untangle and not inflame her. As I stepped into the shower bath, it dawned on me that neither the security measure guys nor the logic gate people had made it here. I made a mental note to phone both.

I knew that our safety guy was now handling the lock alteration at the Hawk. penury to have Sharon ask him to lay off by at his contrivance and polish off installing the safes that he left in one of the bedrooms.

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

Roger had set us up with soul that he knew and trusted in teaching firearm refuge and usage. I suspected that both CG boys, Fred and maybe John have experience with a piece. I haven't heard anything from any of the ladies about previous firearm breeding. I smelled food being cooked, bacon and maybe some sausage, eggs, and toast.

There was a roast on our threshold. 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 mornings adventure. They both kissed me, but their reasoning for knocking was to ask about if the teacher would be bringing enough weapon for all of us who are attending. I assured them he would have 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 exhibitor and get ready for our adventure.

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

"trade good forenoon everyone,"I said smiling.

I got lots of groans, a couple of good good morning back, and a yoke of completely soundless because coffee bean had not taken effect yet.

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

Amy told me that the security guys had already called and would be here shortly. The gate people said that since we had changed the name from The Commune to the Chateau it would take a bit More metre to fix the epithet over the gate. The safe guy said he would call for care of the safe's soon, as he was working diligently on the ignition lock of the Hawk.

I pointed out to Amy that we needed a piazza for her to have the security to be set up, easily approachable to her, and being recorded on a cloud server. She said she already had a emplacement set up just off the primary kitchen with a secondary location in the big kitchen. I was beaming she had a plan in mind.

Since I had already gotten dressed in my dress boxershorts and a Cuban style shirt, I headed outside to the syndicate dwelling house. I noticed the brightness level on in the puddle abode that was now a pornography studio apartment. I knocked. Allison answered. I heard moaning and groaning in the background. I saw both twins on their human knee in front line of guys that I recognized from the pornography industriousness. I didn't see Belinda though. When I asked about her, Allison took my manus and led me to a back up bedchamber, where she was the centerpiece of a 12-man rophy dork. She whispered in my ear, how excited she was wearing her collar in the sign of the zodiac the other day and is looking forward to doing the Lapp thing again.

I asked her how using the studio was going, she said that she has had a tremendous response and now has a minuscule waiting list, that included a couple of guy 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 permission, which I was not going to give her.

I did slant into her and whispered to her that she is my favorite slavish. This made her smile. 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. As I walked back across to the house, I see Gospel According to John peering out the glass threshold at me with a big cheesy smiling on his face.

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

This morning the mansion was buzzing. I wasn't sure what got everyone moving around so other, but with Bobby and Sammy cooking, the mansion smelled delicious. I took a plate wide-cut of eggs, blimp, syrup, and goner. The guys also set out a glass of pineapple succus and milk for me. I sat at the kitchen table thinking about what Mom had said about needing a conventional dining way table. She was right on. I texted her that I had seen a pecan table somewhere and thought it to be a beautiful mesa, but that our table motive to be able-bodied to seat at to the lowest degree 20 people.

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

Jilly also filled a chocolate 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 mesa. 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 pool. This drew a chuckle from the interior chemical group. I sent whoremonger out there to assure 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 consortium fully clothed. Those of us who were watching laughed out loud. toilet was felicitous being in the pocket billiards with two naked Twin Falls. I looked around but didn't see Diane anywhere.

Both twins took to kissing John. They pushed their naked consistency against him and began removing his clothes. The first thing he removed was his pocketbook. He now needed to dry it as soon as possible. Thankfully, he did not have his cell phone in his pants scoop when he hit the water.

Corey dove under the urine only to issue with John's pant and boxer shorts. John the Divine looked over at the menage and just smiled. None of us cared if he has some pool sex with the twins, in fact, I think a duo of the guys, like Marcus, envied John the Divine. I leaned over to Marcus and told him to go union John, I 'm sure 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 puddle. I saw Carol swim over to Marcus and get down 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 bedroom behind the support elbow room. I got up and headed there, with Amy following close behind. I opened the door to see about 50 FedEx boxes of assorted sizes. I didn't even know where to begin. I told Amy that I wanted the twins and Marcus to handle the same sorting job here that they did at the Hawk.

As I went to turn around, Amy cornered me. She put her arms around me and pulled me in for a candy 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 dress quickly and began shedding mine. As we both got naked, she sat me down on the couch 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 lip allowing each other's clapper 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 rattling stab as I began to snap R-2 after rope of my man seed into Amy. I pulled her into me, hugging her and kissing her. I felt her again reach an orgasm. This time her whole body shook with an orgasmic flush. We declared our loved for each other as I shot another round of spermatozoan into her. She wrapped her lithe wooden leg around me pulling me deeper into her as I shot again and again. Her eyes glazed over, and I felt her consistence cramp underneath me yet again.

As we were uncoupling, my picayune Dakota came bounding out from her elbow 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 tool. Her light strokes felt fantastic. 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 crusade. We began to shake back and forth. We continued rocking back and forth for quite a hanker time. She began kissing me, licking my neck, and playing with my ear. All of that felt rattling. I thrust into her, shooting rope after rope into her. She moaned in totality toleration, declaring her love for me yet again.

Amy didn't leave us, she sat on the end of the cast observation us and fingering her own cum filled pussy. She was making a batch on the leather couch. Her pussy was expelling all the cum that I had put in there. She pulled out two fingers replete of cum, licking them clean. She moaned as she cleaned her own fingerbreadth. As my cock finally began to deflate, Amy took one last lick of my cock taking precaution to strip the cum from Dakota off my manhood. Dakota just smiled seeing Amy being submissive to me yet again.

CHAPTER 2

As the time for us to pull up stakes quickly approached, I remembered that Fred had left one of the limo out into the courtyard. He got up, got dressed and headed outside to go fill up the limo. He returned lupus erythematosus than a half hr 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 head to the side arm range.

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

The residual of the radical all chose a car. All three limos were full of our playgroup. Off we went to the side arm range.

Marcus was left behind with instruction about the security company along with instructions that the gate masses may show up as well as the locksmith putting the remaining prophylactic into various rooms around the house. He accepted the responsibility.

As we drove to the range, Jill told us about how hard it was for her to acquire to dispose on the range in the devil dog, although she was using Thomas More than just a pistol, 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 artifice to take a girlfriend on the side. Her Mom figured it out when he came home after a workweek of being gone ‘ hunting'but he had the take same clothes on that he left in. She rummaged through his luggage only to observe a cute lacy bra, certainly not one of her Mothers ’. They divorced after that hunting season. He married his ‘ girlfriend'about 6 months later.

Mom told us that Bob disapproved of guns saying ‘ that is the job for soul else'so he never had heavy weapon in their mansion. She never ever even handled a gun, let alone fool one. Fred offered his aid making everyone in the vertebral column of the car smile.

Dakota had to be cajoled to talk about gas. She said she grew up in a strong-armer neighborhood, caboodle of gangs, lots of unsavory masses many if not to the highest degree had a gun. She said in high school one of her Friend was brutalized at gunpoint. She was so shaken up that she ended up committing felo-de-se. She told us that she is very apprehensive about this breeding. 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 Sabbatum dawning class that I took my son to when he was about 8. This really pissed off his female parent, but I was intent on taking the ‘ fun'out of handling a firearm. We sat and listened to an teacher teach the kids about the conflict between a six-shooter and a semi-automatic shooting iron. He showed the youngster how to be able to expect at a weapon and know if there is a safety or not, how to load and put down a side arm, as well as how to clean a weapon properly. I explained that at his age all his supporter were enamored with guns. He told me several days later as he became a teenager that his best Quaker billy nearly shot the family dog. He had found his Dad's .45 under his pillow and ran around the interior of the house when it went off. The dog ran and hid underneath a bed. He remembers how billy goat just dropped the gun on the floor and went running to his bedroom knowing that he was getting a whipping when Dad got home. As I told this floor, we arrived at the range.

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

I was happy 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 expectant our group would be.

We all followed him into a schoolroom eccentric setting where the acquisition would begin. He had many more than shooting iron than we needed, which was a ease to me.

As we all took a seat, I noticed that Dakota was seated right following to Jill. Fred, both CG boys already had small-arm and carry Trachinotus falcatus. The instructor had us replete out the carry permit anatomy if we wished to be cleared to support and care a firearm.

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

Before we were even allowed to handle a firearm, we had to pass a short quiz about handling a gun that the instructor had put together. It was a quick quiz, but it took everyone off guard a bit. Surprisingly St. John the Apostle and Dakota both finished ahead of everyone else. Jill and I were minute behind. The instructor told us as we were working on the quiz that as you finish you then get to pick a gun to get a line with.

John chose a Smith & Wesson .357 Dakota took grip of a small Kate Smith 9mm that fit her hand.

Jill took hold of a Glock 9mm. I picked up a gravid version of Dakota's Kate Smith 9mm, this one had a longer stock that fit my hand better.

Mom, well she was quite peculiar, she picked up a gun like she was picking up a dead 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 of it but not with such power to drown her. He gave her a lease Arms 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 individual else to select their gun. Of grade, John wanted to show off, but the CG son kept him in his keister.

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 next to John explaining that although a .357 is a great gun, it's better suited for the moving picture and not in genuine life. He selected a Smith & Wesson 9mm which John took reluctantly and gave up the enceinte revolver.

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

Now it was metre to manoeuver out to the orbit, but before we did the teacher gave us each a dyad of safety field glass. He also did not yield us ammo until we got to the scope, he said he would then establish us five rounds each. Paula made us snicker again asking what a beat was. The teacher explained that around was another Bible for hummer. Paula shrugged her shoulders and Jill patted her on the back.

The instructor divided the chemical group down the eye of the course of instruction. One half of the class went with the primary feather instructor, the other one-half went with the assistant. We all got up and followed our respective instructor with him putting each of us at separate stand in which to shoot from.

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

Somehow, John ended up on the other side of me. Jill laughed when she saw me and my tail, even Dakota laughed a bit seeing St. John the Apostle following to me.

In my head, it thought this to be a rather promiscuous task, boy was I wrong. I guess I should be felicitous 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 aim paper. However, poor Paula and Jennifer had no circle hit the target newspaper. They were both make to hold up almost immediately. The elemental instructor moved Jennifer and Paula closer to the CG boys, that way each one of them could throw them gentle suggestions about being More successful.

Sammy and Bobby also helped. They each made gentle suggestions to Donna and Allison, although I don't think Allison was prosperous holding the gun. She kept putting the gun down after each shot. Sammy told her to fire 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 turn inside the Negro, but the CG guys and Fred all hit center plenty. The instructor offered to change the mark paper from a target to one of a ‘ bad guy ’, Dakota readily accepted the offer.

It was as if a light substitution turned on with Dakota. She put her following five all in the grimace of the bad guy……all five ! She smiled at her answer, Jill laughed even the teacher made honorable mention that sometimes you just need something more than a newspaper target to clear affair click.

The petty instructor went along the shooting line offering to change from mark to the bad guy quarry, can wanted to try. He did ok, all five of his pellet hit the guy, but there was no group. Bobby stepped over to John and suggested that he hold the gun with one bridge player and the other hired hand act as a al-Qa'ida underneath the gun descent to hold open the backlash to a lower limit. When John tried the hypnotism, he got four out of the five together with the fifth one not persona of the group but directly between the eyes. King 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 care Jill was showing Dakota on how to properly utilise her weapon.

Dakota would take her five shots, Jill would turn over her advice, and then Dakota would discharge five Thomas More. Clearly, Dakota was determined to master this and kept at it until her shooting became much better.

I asked the instructor if we could get all our military people lined up succeeding to each other and have ourselves a little shoot off. He shrugged his articulatio humeri and asked the radical if they would be bequeath, which they all agreed. In my head, I thought that one of the CG boys would rise to the top. However, it was a surprise to me that although the CG son were outstanding, Fred and Jill took top honors. Fred put all five of his again mall passel on the veritable object. Jill used the bad-guy mark and put all five squarely in the breast. The CG boys all had core mass stroke, but each one had one single shot that drifted and touched the origin, whereas Fred did not.

Dakota just kept practicing repeatedly, focusing on her mastering this skill. Jill was clearly a keen help to her giving her advice and management on bettering her technique.

The former ladies all enjoyed the issue, but they didn't believe that they would ever need this attainment. However, Sharon also kept at the shooting trying to master the accomplishment as well. She was quite the spitfire, not unforced to quit. Mom, well she really didn't feel comfy using the gun, but she did anyway. She kept trying until all five of her scene hit the mark at least.

I was impressed that both Sharon and Dakota were determined to master this acquirement. John, well he was his usual Saint John the Apostle self, but he again showed house of maturity when he was given advice on how to promote his shooting attainment set. All in all, we had a peachy time. The instructor took a group photo of everyone together holding their gun in front of them. He told me that he would have them developed and mail the set to us.

Once the training social class was over, I felt it was time for another great lunch at Fred's favorite Italian eating house. Mom was excited to hear we would be going back there. In her psyche our rock star topology 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 care of what I was asking.

Since the CG boys were Fred's nephews, I assumed that they knew of Fred's Italian restaurant. Oddly, they had no clue when I asked them to visit ahead and let them know we were coming over, all 14 of us. Thankfully, Dakota had the bit already on her speech sound and made the call.

Everyone seemed all hyped up as if epinephrine was pumped into everyone. There was Lot of chatter heading to the eating place. Mom, Jill, and Sharon were all talking as if they were sis talking about the cute boy in high school day.

"dad, would it be OK with you if I went home instead of eating dejeuner with everyone ? I'm feeling a bit nauseous and the view of ail breadstuff is making my potbelly do flip flops,"Dakota said to me.

"Sir, I'd be happy to take Miss 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 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 buzz was still about the gun class and the shot. Everyone congratulated Jill on kicking the infernal region out of the others, but Jill being Jill politely told everyone that they all ‘ let'her win. In my caput, I wasn't sure if they did or not. I knew one of the CG male child was a sniper but shooting a 50 calibre from a moving whirlybird is far different than shooting a pistol.

Fred left with Dakota. Jill knew by my typeface that I was worried about her. The final stage two times we had gestation result, there was more than 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.

"Well, my aphrodisiac dearie, I'm actually calling you to please give Dakota a Call. She is skipping tiffin 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 signaling of precaution. Will you check on her as a party favour to me ? '' I ask.

"Darling, 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 star sign collecting my doctor fees,"She gives me a quick phone kiss and bent up.

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

Jill's phone buzz.

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

There's a pause as I can only take heed Jill's side of the conversation.

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

"What was that all about ?"I ask.

"A enceinte stockholder of John Churchill Downs wants to buy all of our sawhorse racetracks. He's put an investor mathematical group together and they would like to meet with us tomorrow morning at the hawk. They wanted to establish sure they were not intruding on any funeral or household sentence with deference to Bob Jaxson."She says to me.

"fountainhead, darling, you've told me that the caterpillar tread are large cash cows, their operating monetary value and liability indemnity 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 good idea. What do you call up ?"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 disgraceful, but it wouldn't take much for that to change."Jill tells me as I hold her posterior out for her.

"Didn't we get them in the Happy, Happee limo mickle ? Weren't they bought under the limo permission and we acquired them for side by side to aught like the recording studio ?"I ask.

"Yes, we did. Let me take a quick aspect but off the top of my head we may be able to get them to deal the solid package, including that one in upstate New York that hasn't made money in three or four years."Jill says. I just sleep together it when she gets into the business enterprise mode, she is so aphrodisiacal then.

The owner comes over to recognise us. Before we even say anything, he has two bottleful of Chianti and three baskets of ail dough being delivered to the table. He also has various drinking glass of water. Fred had mentioned that we would like body of water with the meal. The possessor did enquire where Fred was. I told him he is running one of our party home, as she wasn't feeling well.

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

I leaned over to Jill and asked,"Darling do you bear a caller check with you ? I'll need one for after luncheon,"I say to her quietly.

"Sure, let me get you one out of my purse,"she says reaching into her bag.

"What's it for ?"She asks.

"I promised something and it's time to pay up,"I say avoiding the real answer with all the ear around listening.

It wasn't very long before plates wide of spaghetti and nub sauce started arriving at the table. It didn't even dawn on me until we were eating that Diane did not join us.

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

"Um, number to intend about it, no,"she replies.

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

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

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

I get up and walk around the table and scrunch down next to John.

"Hey, where's Diane ?"

"She's at work. She didn't want to do the gun matter, but she felt she should be at work if not with us. I told her she was being overly sensitive, but she's dangerous about making sure you're happy with her,"lav tells me.

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

John takes out his phone and dial it and hands it to me.

"HI HUNNY bunny,"Diane says thinking it was Saint John the Apostle calling her.

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

"OH SOB"she replies.

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

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

"well, darling, we're missing you. No one is here to slap whoremaster upside his head when he says something stupid,"I say to her trying to be funny.

I add,"Darling, can we impart you lunch or something to eat ?"

"No, I just had a couple of sandwiches that I made before I left the firm this morning plus, I have a modest salad to have 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 bright beautiful child, even if John the Evangelist is the Father,"I say looking at King John and laughing. She laughs as well, even John chuckles.

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

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

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

I put her plate of food down at the abandon spot, waiting for the chair to be set in blank space and take hold Sharon's hand as she sits down.

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

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

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

"Oh, my goodness. This has been a crazy day. The gun chain of mountains, the family about how to handle a gun, lunch here, this is an awesome study day,"She says with a big smile on her face.

"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 room tomorrow. I don't experience how retentive we'll need it but let me book it for the entire day. Also, we need to have deep brown, water, juice ready for tomorrow. We have an investiture radical get together Jill and me tomorrow. Can you throw that ready for us ? '' I ask of her.

Sharon stops eating and dials up the position and has a quick conversation with individual and in just a dyad of moment 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 libertine as privy, which I didn't think anyone could even come close.

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

"Oh, yeah sir, she told Dakota to differentiate you that your bill is preceding due,"He says to me.

I just laugh.

We spend about an time of day before I see virtually everyone done. Jill and I exchange items, I give her some cash to pay for the meal and she gives me a company check.

I get up and thank everyone telling them I need to head to the government agency for a bit asking Sharon to get together me. She willingly agrees.

CHAPTER 3

We walk outside the eating house and there is a Ithiel Town car waiting for us. I hold the room access clear for Sharon and get in with her. The device driver already knows where we are headed. Sharon asks,"Why are we heading to the function ?"

"We're not,"

"But you said…."she says.

"Just swear me,"I tell her.

We don't travel too far, about three international mile before we pull into our destination. A Mercedes dealership. Sharon's eyes get big then tear up. I just smile. The driver pulls the car up to the front doorway of the franchise. We get out and take the air 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 verbalise to your new sales representative,"I tell the receptionist.

She picks up the phone and dials someone up.

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

"No thank you, we're fine. How long until the sales rep is here ? '' I ask.

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

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

"I'm Brandi Johansson. My friends cry me BJ. Do I know you from somewhere because you don't looking at comrade 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 soundbox 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 Thomas Young lady a car,"I tell her.

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

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

"Those automobiles sir are Mercedes Benz, the o.k. automobile on the major planet,"she says with a big grin on her face.

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

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

"Look BJ, we already know the type of MERCEDES. We just need to break up out coloring material and options 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 turn and looking at Sharon.

"Hello Ms. Sharon, your Dad says you only have to pick out the color and the option,"BJ says.

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

"Oh WOW, I wish Thomas More bosses bought cars for their people,"BJ says.

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

"Yeah, sorry. They make a big stack in training to not call them cars,"she tells us.

"BJ let's offset over. Hi, I'm David Henry Graham Greene. This is my building manager Sharon. My company is buying her a car of her option and she chose a Mercedes. Can you help us ?"I say to her.

'' Yes, sir. I would be well-chosen to help you. Do you throw a model picked out and do you fuck what gloss is uncommitted in the model ?"She asks.

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

"Which E division and what coloring,"BJ asks.

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

'' Yes, madam. We have one of each. They are also available in inkiness, silver, and whiteness,"she explains.

"David, I would really love 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, please follow me. I just have to block off at our certificate desk testify them your license and get the keys,"she explains.

We both get our licenses out and bridge player 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 lupus erythematosus from your hirer ?"I reply smiling the whole time.

BJ stops at the security desk who takes our licenses and runs them through a automobile 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 form Mercedes. Sharon's oculus 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 roam about owning a Mercedes. 50 coats of paint, 15 coating of clear lacquer, 5-star clangour military rating, hand-stitched leather behind, seating for five, rear view camera, blah, blah, blah. My eyes roll listening to the prepared spoken language about the Mercedes.

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

She opens the room access and Sharon gets in the driver's seat. I get in the plump for seat and BJ gets in the passenger English. Once we are all in and secured with the seat belt ammunition, she hands Sharon the key fob. Sharon starts the car. She is so excited that her custody are almost shaking.

Sharon listens intently to BJ explain things about this simulation. I just sit back and listen. The tryout drive takes more than an 60 minutes as BJ wanted Sharon to experience all the characteristic of the car.

"BJ what did you do before selling Mercedes ?"I ask. Sharon looks at me through the rearview mirror and smiling. 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 elder guy, who told me I would wee-wee pot of money selling these elevator car. I've been working here 3 month now and have not sold even one car. I've gotten close twice, but they did not qualify for financing. I feel like I got hoodwinked, but I owe them for 12 hebdomad of a draw with no sales,"she explains to Sharon and me.

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

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

"Then, order me what did you go to college for and what would you like 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 steady hours but feeling like I was accomplishing affair,"BJ tells me.

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

"Absolutely genus Bos !"She says back.

"BJ, I saw a car next to this one in a beautiful blue, is that the same 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 require to test ride 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 talk to your gross revenue coach,"I tell BJ.

We get out and head word inside. She stops at the security measures desk and hands the key fob back to the security guard. She walks us to this lilliputian part with a cheap desk that has two icky strong credit card chairman. She tells us she will be rectify back with her sales manager.

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

"Hello sir, I'm Tony Rollo, sales director. BJ tells me that you're looking to buy that nice red E300. She's a knockout, isn't she ?"He says to me, but what I hear in my drumhead is blah, blah, blah. My head likened the sound to the teacher's interpreter in the old Charlie Brown cartoons.

"Tony, I am interest in that car. What is the best OUT THE DOOR terms you can dedicate me ?"I ask.

"Well, you're in fortune, we have a big sight on exceptional financing for all new customers,"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 earn a sale, or do you desire to waste my time. I have footling longanimity for time wasting. I work for a sustenance. If you can't tell 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 eyes get magnanimous. Apparently, she hasn't seen anyone put Mr. Rollo in his place.

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

He returns a match of minutes latterly with a slender man.

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

Klaus extends his script and we shake.

"Mr. Klaus, we came in here to buy a Mercedes. No financing just to buy the red cent car. Yet, your man here seems to want to waste my meter. I work for a life and would like to get back to doing what I do. So, I'll ask you the like interrogation What is the best out the door price on that red Mercedes that we just test drove with this hardworking lady BJ ?"I say in a stern spokesperson, now getting a bit annoyed.

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

"And that's your near price to me and these are out the room access Price, tax, tag, and all your lilliputian preprinted fees ?"I ask.

"OK, I'll involve both and I want your assurance that BJ here gets the citation for the sale. I'm only here because she worked so hard on this sale. If I didn't need to get back to sour soon, I would have just left and gone to your competitor. How long do you call up this will take ?"I say with an air of superiority.

"Sir, we will have all the paperwork done and the automobile fix in LE than 90 arcminute. Will that be sufficient ?"Klaus says to us. However, I see Sharon having a laborious time sitting still in her president, the uncomfortable chair.

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

He leads us to another much more shower office. 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 waitress for another customer.

"Oh no BJ, you get to appease in here with us. You're our sale person you get to draw the wages of selling us not one but TWO motorcar,"I say to her in front of Mr. Rollo.

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

The three of us chat and laugh about lots of things. Sharon goes on a sales pitch to BJ about how upright of a boss I've been. She tells her about today's adventure, the gun stove, the class on gun safety, the mythical tiffin, and now getting her a new car. I think to myself that BJ is truly a smasher. She is certainly more beautiful than the twin 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 dame comes into the office 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 origin by ancestry. Once she is done, she asks for defrayal. I write out the bank check to the epithet of the dealership and in the amount of $ 138,000, signing my public figure at the bum. She looks at the check and asks if I'm the new CEO of the caller that she saw on MSNBC. When I tell her that I am, she asks if she could get a cubicle telephone set word-painting of us. I tell her only if our sales soul BJ is in the photo.

The three of us stand together, the Lady flanking me as the back-office lady snap fastener three pictures trying to arrive at surely she gets a good one. I ask that a transcript goes to BJ as her kickoff cut-rate 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 thing, I just do n't like Mr. Rollo.

"Ah, Mr. Rolf, I want to thank you. You made it easy for BJ to relinquish your firm. I'm taking her with us. If you think she still owes your house money, feel unblock to mail me the bill. I'll have my forensic effectual team go over what you say she owes you dividing line by line. Should we come up even one penny out of berth, I'll have no choice but to file ailment with the Golden State Better business sector chest, the CA Department of Business, AAA, and any other agency I can think of. Please tell apart Mr. Klaus we thank him. Goodbye Mr. Rolf, '' I say to him as I get up and leave with BJ and Sharon.

As we walk to the room access, I hired hand BJ the winder to the blue sky 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 drawer and pulls out a purse. She walks back over to me, stopping at the security desk and handing over her keys and security tag to the guard duty and says so long to him.

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

She hands me her sound. I put my cadre number and the savoir-faire of the Chateau on her headphone and recount her to use the car 's GPS to get to my family. She hesitantly agrees. I can tell that she is very nervous. I just turned her life upside down, but hopefully for the better.

As I get into the red Mercedes with Sharon, my telephone set buzzes. It's Jill.

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

"Did you just buy Sharon a Mercedes ? They called to swan that you had the authority to signalize a check for that sum,"Jill says to me.

"Well, Sharon has a new car. I'm very glad that I fulfilled my promise to her when I hired her. Hey, I have an estimation about tomorrow, let me babble out to you when we get home, oh, and I have another new someone to join our group. I hired our car salesperson,"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 wait 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 tooth in both car when we get to the house.

As we turn down the help road to the house, I see in my visor mirror BJ's human face. She is astounded at the menage. We pull into the courtyard of the Chateau. I see the gate guy rope have installed the logic gate, but it is still in the outdoors positioning. I also see the protection guy wire van here. Although, I don't see the prophylactic guy's vehicle.

Sharon parks her car in the absolute center of the courtyard. BJ parks the aristocratical car adjacent 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 moment that she might just slip by out. Her head is swirling, and she is spinning around trying to see everything. Sharon takes her hand and tells her to keep up her.

Jill and Dakota come bouncing over to me. Both of my ladies give me a big wild-eyed osculation. I take Jill by the paw and admit her exterior to the court. I ask her,"Jilly, what's your preferent coloring material ?"

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

I shake my straits and walk back inside. Sharon comes bouncing over to me and gives me a Brobdingnagian passionate osculation, right in front man of BJ. When she breaks from the kiss, she takes BJ's hand and tells her that she's going to get a tour of the hovel.

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

"I'm making barbecued chicken to toss into freshly made alfredo and egg bean. Sammy is making some finger's breadth food for thought appetizer and I think he's going to reach a multiple layered vanilla and strawberry cake for afters,"Bobby tells me. I look at the microwave oven clock and see that it is after 5pm. I feel dead and sit down at the table.

I have a fragile pair of hands cover my centre, but by the perfume, I can assure that the hands belong to Amy.

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

"Yes, my dear, Jill does take upkeep of all the real note. However, I'm dead reckoning that our guest is Dr. Ronda. She's referring to wanting to play 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 assistant at the mortarboard, so please stimulate her feel welcome,"I say to Amy.

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

"Jacques Louis David,"I correct her.

"Or dad,"Amy interjects.

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

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

"BJ, in the test driving force you made mention that you dated an sr. man for a bit who convinced you to get a car salesman ? By probability, was the one-time guy Mr. Rolf ?"I ask her.

'' How did you know ? I thought no one knew, '' She says with a stunned flavor on her face.

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

"What do you entail ?"she asks.

"When you thought you were supposed to go back out and wait for another client, he just dismissed you. No acknowledgment for selling two cars, no thank you for doing a good 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 former new gal. She's even immature than me. She's just barely over 21 and me at 25 is now the old gal. We're the entirely two dame that work for that dealership, all the former salespeople are men,"she tells me.

Melanie comes around the quoin. She kisses me and sits in the death chair between BJ and myself.

"Who's this Saint David ?"Mom asks.

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

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

"No deary, I'm David's boss's widow. My married man, Jacques Louis David's boss just passed away and St. David and Jill brought me back from my mansion in the Hamptons to hang out here. Which I'm loving, especially with these cute guys that are here like Bobby and his counterpart Sammy, who is in the other kitchen, '' Mom tells BJ.

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

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

"Amy, darling, where is everyone ?"

"wellspring, John the Evangelist and Jennifer went downtown to get Diane from the office. The two CG bozo are outside at the pond and the twins are in the syndicate with them. Belinda and Allison are working in the studio. Well, you know where Jill and Dakota are. Mom you just saw in the kitchen. Paula went to the limo company as she had an issue she had to rectify. Donna went to the song inwardness, she wanted to check on something that she suspects happens when she's not there, so she wanted to chip in them a surprisal sojourn. Fred is taking the limousine back. I don't know where Marcus is, and Mark Newberg said he would be back after 530pm. And of course, I'm here available to you if you want me, anytime you want me,"Amy says with a twinkle in her eye.

I put my munition around her and pull her to me. She stands on her tippy-toes to snog me. We stand there for several minute just kissing. I pull her tightly to me. She puts her arms around my cervix. I feel her petite consistence press itself against me. I hear her moan into my mouth as we continue our kiss.

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

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

"BJ you're a beautiful char. Would I like to stimulate physical closeness with you ? ABSOLUTELY ! But, only if you 're willing. Everyone who is section of my playgroup does this because they love sex and relish making someone else feel thoroughly. Everything is consensual and none of it has anything to do with their job. bid, don't play, it's all up to you. We have lots of good-looking guy rope and other than John and Diane and Jill and I everyone is single. John and Diane are engaged, but they play with everyone. Jill and I are conjoin, but we also play with everyone. If you would wish to play, just break up somebody out and play, we're a very favorable bunch. If you are epicene, virtually all our cleaning lady here are bisexual. If you know what a swinger is, that probably defines us the practiced,"I say to her.

"I don't know. I'm nervous. Sharon can't kibosh talking about you and your power to delight a char. But I see this beautiful midget fair sex who just left this room, what 's her name, Amy ? How do I compete with that ? '' She asks.

'' BJ, this is not a competition. As I said, we are just a friendly bunch. When Marcus gets here, I want to introduce him to you. He 's just a bit Old than you but he 's a very lover. All the charwoman just love to play with him. I think that he would be a cracking first guy to represent with."I tell her.

"wellspring, sir, if you think he's a good one to pop with, I'll be volition to try. At some point, can I work 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 make for up to me. I'm available to you virtually anytime. Although, I do have a honey friend who wants to play with me tonight coming over, Dr. Ronda,"I say to her.

I step forward. I put my arms around her and lean in and kiss her. She responds a bit more than I anticipated. Her mouthpiece parts and her tongue snakes its way into my backtalk. I feel my cock beginning to camp out my frock pants. She feels it as well, reaching down and squeezing my nearly erect turncock. I caress her back. I begin to unbutton her blouse. I let it drop 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 fall to the floor as well. Her hands begin to explore my chest as she pulls my tee shirt over my heading. I scoop her up in my arms, honeymoon vogue and lay her on the romp bed. I slide her slacks off her. I see that she has these cute 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 base. I slide my boxers down as well. I hear a little gasp as she sees my hard putz pointing to the ceiling.

I get into the bed, moving my expression between her second joint and leaning in to puzzle out her womanhood. She spreads her legs prehension my hair and pulling me into her. I begin to lick and suck her tasty sex. I feel her getting wetter with each lick. I gently put two fingers inside of her scratching on her G-spot. This makes her moan loudly as she splashes my bridge player and wrist. She is moaning loudly now, pulling her knees up towards her human face giving me More access to her woman. I keep curling my digit inside of her making her sexual climax to a greater extent and more until the big one hit like a mac truck.

"OH GAWD DAVID, THIS tactile property 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 St. David, I'M CUMMING SO HARD….SO HARD….SO….HAA,"She doesn't finish the phrase as a third coming rolled through right on top of the second one. I let her garner her senses after the third orgasm. I pull her in closing and just buss her. She wraps her legs around me and force me in tightly.

"Saint David, this is so much amend than anything that I've experienced before. Thank you for taking me away from that horrible 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 home tonight. I have hatful of way here. We'll work something out. I just know you will enjoy our mathematical group. This is only the get-go 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 Begin to circle her fingers through my chest fuzz. It doesn't take farseeing 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 point out, putting on my hoops short circuit and a tee shirt. I leave my sleeping accommodation door open. When I get to the living elbow room, Dakota and Jill are just coming back in with vast smiles on their faces. Clearly, they loved Jill 's new car. I got kisses from Dakota and a grown 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 nice my life has become since I became a chauffeur. Tomorrow is another day and Jill and I must encounter this investing group about the horse cut. We all eat our dinner enjoying each other's company.

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