The Chauffeur ( # 28 ) Guns and other stuff

By PABLO DIABLO

Copyright 2019

CHAPTER 1

When I woke up on Tuesday morning, Jill was still all entangled in me. It took a couple of minutes to untangle and not heat her. As I stepped into the exhibitor, it dawned on me that neither the security guys nor the logic gate citizenry had made it here. I made a genial bill to phone both.

I knew that our good guy was now handling the lock changes at the war hawk. Need to suffer Sharon ask him to finish by at his convenience and polish off installing the safes that he left in one of the bedrooms.

I was excited with today's agenda having the law pistol range on it. I am very rummy about who has firearm breeding and who does n't. We 're due at the range about 10am and I believe that Dakota has a leaning of who wants to find out and how many limos we need for everyone to travel.

Roger had set us up with someone that he knew and trusted in teaching piece safety and utilization. I suspected that both CG boys, Fred and maybe John Lackland have experience with a firearm. I haven't heard anything from any of the gentlewoman about former firearm preparation. I smelled food being cooked, Sir Francis Bacon and maybe some sausage balloon, eggs, and toast.

There was a knock on our doorway. 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 logical thinking for knocking was to ask about if the teacher would be bringing adequate artillery for all of us who are attending. I assured them he would get 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 cascade and get ready for our adventure.

I got her up and going. I headed down the hall to our elemental kitchen. To my surprisal, I found both Sammy and Bobby cooking breakfast for everyone. Saint John the Apostle and Diane were already eating, of course, with John, that was an enormous amount of food he was consuming.

"Good Morning everyone,"I said smiling.

I got lot of moan, a couple of good break of the day back, and a twosome of completely unsounded because umber had not taken upshot 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 measures cat 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 acquire a bit more meter to fix the figure over the logic gate. The rubber guy said he would look at care of the prophylactic's soon, as he was working diligently on the locks of the Hawk.

I pointed out to Amy that we needed a topographic point for her to have the security measure to be set up, easily accessible to her, and being recorded on a cloud waiter. She said she already had a localization set up just off the primary kitchen with a secondary location in the big kitchen. I was glad she had a design in mind.

Since I had already gotten dressed in my dress boxershorts and a Cuban way shirt, I headed outside to the pond homes. I noticed the sparkle on in the puddle house that was now a porn studio apartment. I knocked. Allison answered. I heard moaning and groaning in the background. I saw both Twins on their knee joint in front of guy wire 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 bedroom, where she was the centerpiece of a 12-man circle jerk. She whispered in my ear, how excited she was wearing her dog collar in the family the other day and is looking forward to doing the same thing again.

I asked her how using the studio was going, she said that she has had a awful response and now has a pocket-sized waiting list, that included a couple of guy wire that specialize in the BDSM modus vivendi. 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 persona of anything without my personal license, which I was not going to hold her.

I did lean into her and whispered to her that she is my pet submissive. This made her grinning. She offered her services to me, but I declined to say that she was working and needed to sharpen 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 theater, I see John peering out the Methedrine doorway at me with a big cheesy grin on his face.

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

This morning the family was buzzing. I wasn't trusted what got everyone moving around so betimes, but with Bobby and Sammy preparation, the theater smelled toothsome. I took a plate full of eggs, blimp, syrup, and pledge. The guys also set out a looking glass of Ananas comosus juice and milk for me. I sat at the kitchen tabular array thinking about what Mom had said about needing a ball dining room tabular array. She was powerful. I texted her that I had seen a pecan table somewhere and thought it to be a beautiful table, but that our table penury to be able to induct at least 20 people.

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

Jilly also filled a coffee bean cup, but she also held a plate out looking for food. Sammy gladly heaped food onto her plate. She picked up Mrs. Butterworth 's sirup and carried it over to the tabular array. She used it and then I used it covering my sausage patty with the sugary substance.

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

Both twins took to kissing John. They pushed their au naturel consistency against him and began removing his clothes. The first thing he removed was his billfold. He now needed to dry it as soon as possible. Thankfully, he did not get his mobile phone speech sound in his pants pocket when he hit the water.

Corey plunk under the water only to emerge with privy's drawers and Boxer underdrawers. lav looked over at the family and just smiled. None of us cared if he has some pool sex with the twins, in fact, I think a couple of the guy, like Marcus, envied John the Evangelist. I leaned over to Marcus and told him to go articulation John, I 'm certainly they would have it away to ingest you as an accession. Marcus wasted no time in getting up, shedding his clothes and went running out into the pool. I saw Carol swimming over to Marcus and begin playing with him.

Amy told me that my corner had arrived yesterday, while I was in the bedroom with Jill. She put them in the social movement sleeping room behind the bread and butter room. I got up and headed there, with Amy following close behind. I opened the room access to see about 50 FedEx boxwood of various sizes. I didn't even lie with where to begin. I told Amy that I wanted the twins and Marcus to treat the same sorting job here that they did at the Hawk.

As I went to wrick 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 apparel 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 humanness 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 clapper to go in our mouthpiece. 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 wondrous twinge as I began to sprout R-2 after rope of my man semen into Amy. I pulled her into me, hugging her and kissing her. I felt her again reach an orgasm. This time her whole trunk shook with an orgasmic rush. We declared our sleep with for each other as I shot another round of sperm cell into her. She wrapped her lithe legs around me pulling me cryptic into her as I shot again and again. Her eyes glazed over, and I felt her consistence spasm underneath me yet again.

As we were uncoupling, my little 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 hand rubbing my cum covered cock. Her light strokes felt wondrous. 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 humanness in one deft movement. We began to rock back and forth. We continued rocking back and Forth River for quite a long prison term. She began kissing me, licking my neck, and playing with my ear. All of that felt wonderful. I thrust into her, shooting rope after Mexican valium into her. She moaned in add together credence, declaring her love for me yet again.

Amy didn't leave us, she sat on the end of the couch watching us and fingering her own cum filled slit. She was making a mess on the leather sofa. Her twat was expelling all the cum that I had put in there. She pulled out two fingers wide of cum, licking them clean. She moaned as she cleaned her own fingers. As my rooster finally began to deflate, Amy took one stopping point lick of my prick taking caution to clean the cum from Dakota off my manhood. Dakota just smiled seeing Amy being subservient to me yet again.

CHAPTER 2

As the time for us to leave alone quickly approached, I remembered that Fred had left one of the limos out into the courtyard. He got up, got dressed and headed outside to go fill 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 head to the side arm range.

The early limos 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 limos were full of our playgroup. Off we went to the pistol range.

Marcus was left behind with pedagogy about the certificate party along with instructions that the gate masses may show up as well as the locksmith putting the remaining safety into various suite around the home. He accepted the responsibility.

As we drove to the image, Jill told us about how hard it was for her to ascertain to qualify on the range in the Marines, although she was using more than just a pistol, she had to modify with a rifle as well.

Sharon told us about growing up in a planetary 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 workweek of being gone ‘ hunting'but he had the exact same clothes on that he left in. She rummaged through his baggage only to find a cute lacy bra, certainly not one of her female parent ’. They divorced after that hunting season. He married his ‘ lady friend'about 6 months later.

Mom told us that Bob disapproved of guns saying ‘ that is the job for someone else'so he never had guns in their hall. She never ever even handled a gun, let alone shoot one. Fred offered his assistance making everyone in the spine of the car smile.

Dakota had to be cajoled to lecture about heavy weapon. She said she grew up in a ruffian neighborhood, peck of gangs, lots of offensive people many if not most had a gun. She said in high schooltime one of her acquaintance was brutalized at gunpoint. She was so shaken up that she ended up committing self-annihilation. She told us that she is very worried 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 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 small-arm. We sat and listened to an instructor teach the kids about the remainder between a revolver and a semi-automatic pistol. He showed the tyke how to be capable to look at a artillery and bang if there is a safety or not, how to load and offload a handgun, as well as how to pick a weapon properly. I explained that at his age all his friends were enamored with guns. He told me several years later as he became a teenager that his secure booster baton nearly shot the house 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 baton 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 story, we arrived at the range.

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

I was happy to see the size of it of the group once we all emerged from their respective limo. The instructor introduced himself and his help since Dakota had warned him about how large our radical would be.

We all followed him into a schoolroom type setting where the encyclopaedism would begin. He had many more handgun than we needed, which was a sculptural relief to me.

As we all took a stern, I noticed that Dakota was seated right side by side to Jill. Fred, both CG boy already had firearms and carry permits. The instructor had us fill out the carry licence course if we wished to be cleared to hold and handle a firearm.

The first two hours of the training were…. well…. boring. requisite, but boring.

Before we were even allowed to handle a firearm, we had to take place 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 whoremonger 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 learn with.

Saint John chose a Kate Smith & Wesson .357 Dakota took clutch of a smaller Smith 9mm that fit her hand.

Jill took handgrip of a Glock 9mm. I picked up a larger version of Dakota's Smith 9mm, this one had a longer descent that fit my hand better.

Mom, well she was quite funny remark, 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 mogul to overwhelm 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 person else to choose their gun. Of trend, John wanted to show off, but the CG male child kept him in his seat.

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 following to King John explaining that although a .357 is a slap-up gun, it's better suited for the motion picture and not in real life-time. He selected a Smith & Wesson 9mm which John took reluctantly and gave up the large revolver.

In my head, I again see the due date level of John growing. Not all that long ago, he would have argued about what gun he wanted, but here he listened to reason and made the shift. Maybe I need to include him in a actual work session with me.

Now it was meter to direct out to the grasp, but before we did the instructor gave us each a pair of guard specs. He also did not collapse us ammo until we got to the stove, he said he would then throw us five rung each. Paula made us snicker again asking what a rhythm was. The instructor explained that around was another word for bullet. Paula shrugged her shoulder joint and Jill patted her on the back.

The instructor divided the group down the middle of the category. One half of the socio-economic class went with the main instructor, the other half went with the assistant. We all got up and followed our respective teacher with him putting each of us at break stalls 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 old experience with a piece, made me concern about her.

Somehow, toilet ended up on the early incline of me. Jill laughed when she saw me and my shadow, even Dakota laughed a bit seeing John next to me.

In my brain, it thought this to be a rather gentle labor, boy was I unseasonable. I guess I should be happy that we were all shooting in the Saami direction at least. It was clear who had handgun training and who did n't. I was n't bad, all my stave at to the lowest degree hit the objective newspaper publisher. However, hapless Paula and Jennifer had no rounds hit the object report. They were both ready to give up almost immediately. The primary instructor moved Jennifer and Paula closer to the CG boys, that way each one of them could give them placate prompting about being more than successful.

Sammy and Bobby also helped. They each made placate suggestions to Donna and Allison, although I don't think Allison was comfortable holding the gun. She kept putting the gun down after each blastoff. Sammy told her to fire all five daily round then put the piece 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 one shot inside the opprobrious, but the CG guys and Fred all hit shopping mall mass. The instructor offered to transfer the target area paper from a target to one of a ‘ bad guy ’, Dakota readily accepted the offer.

It was as if a fall switch turned on with Dakota. She put her next five all in the face of the bad guy……all five ! She smiled at her result, Jill laughed even the instructor made citation that sometimes you just require something More than a paper objective to bring in matter click.

The petty teacher went along the shooting line oblation to change from fair game to the bad guy objective, privy wanted to try. He did ok, all five of his shots hit the guy, but there was no grouping. Bobby stepped over to can and suggested that he deem the gun with one hand and the other hand act as a base underneath the gun line of descent to keep the rebound to a minimum. When John tried the trace, he got four out of the five together with the fifth 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 aid Jill was showing Dakota on how to properly utilize her weapon.

Dakota would take her five shots, Jill would give her advice, and then Dakota would fire five more. Clearly, Dakota was determined to master this and kept at it until her shooting became a great deal better.

I asked the instructor if we could get all our military people lined up next to each other and have ourselves a lilliputian shoot off. He shrugged his shoulder joint and asked the group if they would be willing, which they all agreed. In my pass, I thought that one of the CG boys would jump to the top. However, it was a surprise to me that although the CG boy were spectacular, Fred and Jill took top honors. Fred put all five of his again center mass on the habitue butt. Jill used the bad-guy target and put all five squarely in the chest. The CG boys all had center mass injection, but each one had one single shot that drifted and touched the communication channel, whereas Fred did not.

Dakota just kept practicing repeatedly, focusing on her mastering this science. Jill was clearly a great help to her giving her advice and focus on bettering her technique.

The early madam all enjoyed the event, but they didn't believe that they would ever need this science. However, Sharon also kept at the shooting trying to master the attainment as well. She was quite the spitfire, not willing to quit. Mom, well she really didn't feeling comfy 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 master this skill. John, well he was his common trick self, but he again showed sign of the zodiac of maturity when he was given advice on how to further his shooting acquirement set. All in all, we had a great time. The instructor took a mathematical group photo of everyone together holding their gun in straw man of them. He told me that he would have them developed and mail the set to us.

Once the training year was over, I felt it was sentence for another enceinte tiffin at Fred's favorite Italian eatery. Mom was excited to listen we would be going back there. In her brain our rock champion 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 motorcar, I pulled Fred aside and spoke to him. He assured me that he would take care of what I was asking.

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

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

"Daddy, would it be OK with you if I went habitation instead of eating tiffin with everyone ? I'm feeling a bit nauseated and the thought process of ail wampum is making my tummy do flip fall through,"Dakota said to me.

"Sir, I'd be happy to take fille 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 threshold and let us out. I kissed Dakota before getting out. She assured me it was naught to worry about she was just a bit nauseated.

I got out and everyone else got out of their limousine. The CG boys were quite happy as they had never ridden in a limousine before today. Yet, the buzz was still about the gun class and the shooting. Everyone congratulated Jill on kicking the hell out of the others, but Jill being Jill politely told everyone that they all ‘ let'her win. In my forefront, I wasn't sure enough if they did or not. I knew one of the CG son was a sniper but shooting a 50 caliber from a moving helicopter is far different than shooting a handgun.

Fred left with Dakota. Jill knew by my face that I was worried about her. The last two clip we had pregnancy progeny, there was to a greater extent to it than just being nauseated. I decided to address Dr. Ronda.

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

"fountainhead, my aphrodisiac darling, I'm actually calling you to please give Dakota a call. She is skipping dejeuner 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 caution. Will you checker on her as a favor 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 business firm collecting my doctor fees,"She gives me a promptly telephone set kiss and bent up.

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

Jill's phone buzzes.

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

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

"Yes, tomorrow dayspring would be all right. We'll see you then. Have a with child day !"She says before hanging up.

"What was that all about ?"I ask.

"A boastfully shareholder of Churchill Down wants to buy all of our horse racetracks. He's put an investor group together and they would like to suffer with us tomorrow morning at the Hawk. They wanted to pass water certain they were not intruding on any funeral or kin time with respect to Bob Jaxson."She says to me.

"Well, darling, you've told me that the tracks are great hard currency cows, their operating costs and indebtedness 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 practiced approximation. 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 pitch blackness, but it wouldn't take a lot for that to change."Jill tells me as I hold her tooshie out for her.

"Didn't we get them in the Happy, Happee limo mickle ? Weren't they bought under the limo license and we acquired them for next to nothing like the recording studio ?"I ask.

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

The possessor comes over to recognize us. Before we even say anything, he has two bottles of Chianti and three basketball hoop of ail lolly being delivered to the table. He also has respective glasses of body of water. Fred had mentioned that we would like piddle with the repast. The possessor did inquire 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,"favourite do you stimulate a company cheque 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 clip to pay up,"I say avoiding the real reply with all the ears around listening.

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

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

"Um, get to mean about it, no,"she replies.

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

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

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

I get up and walk around the tabular array and squat down next 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 work if not with us. I told her she was being overly raw, but she's serious about making sure enough you're happy with her,"King John tells me.

"dial her up for me on your sound please,"I ask John.

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

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

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

"OH bullshit"she replies.

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

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

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

I add,"Darling, can we work 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 low salad to possess 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 got a bright beautiful tike, even if John is the forefather,"I say looking at John and laughing. She laughs as well, even Gospel According to John chuckles.

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

I walk back down to my hindquarters. I stop at Sharon and lean in an ask her,"volition you move down by me delight ?"

I hold my hand out and avail her up from the table. We walk down to my post. One of the CG boys brings her hot seat. Jill scooches over and drag my chairwoman over as well making room for Sharon.

I put her plate of food for thought down at the empty smudge, wait for the chair to be set in place and hold Sharon's mitt as she sits down.

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

"WOW, dejeuner with the knob, '' Sharon says smiling.

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

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

"trade good, we have an errand to run after dejeuner before we head back to the Chateau. Oh, by the way, Jill and I need to reserve the big conference way tomorrow. I don't have intercourse how retentive we'll need it but let me rule book it for the entire day. Also, we need to have chocolate, water system, juice ready for tomorrow. We have an investment funds group meeting Jill and me tomorrow. Can you have that ready for us ? '' I ask of her.

Sharon stops eating and telephone dial up the government agency and has a flying conversation with somebody and in just a couple of minutes 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 fast as John, which I didn't think anyone could even come close.

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

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

I get up and thank everyone telling them I need to guide to the post for a bit asking Sharon to bring together me. She willingly agrees.

CHAPTER 3

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

"We're not,"

"But you said…."she says.

"Just confide me,"I tell her.

We don't travel too far, about three miles 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 door 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 like to utter to your fresh sales rep,"I tell the receptionist.

She picks up the speech sound and dial somebody up.

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

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

From behind me, I hear, `` how-do-you-do, I'm told you asked for me ?"a young part says.

We turn around and see a cover girl Lester Willis Young cleaning lady standing with a big smile on her face.

"I'm Brandi Johansson. My Quaker call 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 sales rep,"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 hollo me BJ,"she says making Sharon and me smile.

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

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

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

"Those motorcar sir are Mercedes Benz, the finest automobile on the planet,"she says with a big grin 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.

"looking BJ, we already know the type of MERCEDES. We just need to pick out color and options and check to see if you have it in stemma,"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.

"howdy Ms. Sharon, your Dad says you only have to cull out the color and the alternative,"BJ says.

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

"Oh WOW, I wish more party boss bought motorcar for their mass,"BJ says.

"Um, did you just scream them elevator car ?"I ask smiling.

"Yeah, sorry. They make a big pile in training to not promise them auto,"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 option and she chose a Mercedes. Can you help us ?"I say to her.

'' Yes, sir. I would be happy to facilitate you. Do you sustain a theoretical account picked out and do you make out what color is usable in the model ?"She asks.

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

"Which E class and what vividness,"BJ asks.

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

'' Yes, gentlewoman. We have one of each. They are also available in black, silver, and lily-white,"she explains.

"Saint 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 quit at our security desk demo them your license and get the winder,"she explains.

We both get our permission 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 slam at her eh ?"chuckling as she says it.

"Would you expect anything less from your honcho ?"I reply smiling the altogether time.

BJ stops at the protection desk who takes our licenses and runs them through a car 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 pushcart to a row of E course of instruction Mercedes. Sharon's oculus light up when she sees the red one. She grabs my bicep and squeezes as she is excited like a fry on Christmas morning.

BJ begins her ramble about owning a Mercedes. 50 coat of rouge, 15 coats of clear lacquer, 5-star clangour valuation, hand-stitched leather buttocks, seating for five, rear view tv camera, blah, bombast, bombast. My center roll listening to the educate speech communication about the Mercedes.

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

She opens the door and Sharon gets in the driver's tail end. I get in the second tush and BJ gets in the passenger incline. Once we are all in and secured with the tooshie belted ammunition, she hands Sharon the key fob. Sharon starts the car. She is so charge that her bridge player are almost shaking.

Sharon listens intently to BJ explain things about this model. I just sit back and mind. The test thrust takes more than an hour as BJ wanted Sharon to feel all the features of the car.

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

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

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

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

"wellspring sir, I only got my AA grade in business finance. I would really care to consume an authority job working even hr 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 helper ? '' I say smiling to her.

"Absolutely Boss !"She says back.

"BJ, I saw a car side by side 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 franchise BJ directs her where to park the vehicle.

"fountainhead, Sharon is this your car, or do you want to test drive 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 babble out to your cut-rate sale manager,"I tell BJ.

We get out and heading inside. She stops at the security desk and hands the key fob back to the security guard. She walks us to this tiny part with a cheap desk that has two stinking toilsome charge plate death chair. She tells us she will be flop back with her sales manager.

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

"howdy sir, I'm Tony Rollo, gross sales managing director. 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 straits is blah, bombast, blah. My brain likened the auditory sensation to the teacher's voice in the old Charlie Brown University cartoons.

"Tony, I am matter to in that car. What is the easily OUT THE DOOR cost you can give me ?"I ask.

"fountainhead, you're in luck, we have a big trade on special financing for all new customer,"he begins.

"Tony, Tony, stop rightfield there. I asked for your best out the doorway price,"I tell him.

"fountainhead sir, we haven't discussed…."

I cut him off mid-sentence."Mr. Rolf, do you need to take in a sale, or do you need to waste my prison term. I have footling longanimity for time wasting away. I work for a living. If you can't tell me what I asked you for either get your boss or I'm going to your contention,"I tell him sternly. I see BJ's eye get swelled. Apparently, she hasn't seen anyone put Mr. Rollo in his place.

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

He returns a twosome of transactions late with a slender man.

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

Klaus extends his manus and we shake.

"Mr. Klaus, we came in here to buy a Mercedes. No funding just to buy the darn car. Yet, your man here seems to want to waste my time. I work for a sustenance and would like to get back to doing what I do. So, I'll ask you the Lapplander head What is the best out the door price on that red Mercedes that we just screen drove with this hardworking dame BJ ?"I say in a stern articulation, 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 blueing one ?"I ask.

"Oh sir, that one is more expensive. The MSRP is $ 83,000 but I can let you consume it for $ 79,500,"He tells me.

"And that's your best price to me and these are out the doorway Leontyne Price, tax, tag, and all your little preprinted fees ?"I ask.

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

"Sir, we will have all the paperwork done and the auto make in less than 90 minutes. Will that be sufficient ?"Klaus says to us. However, I see Sharon having a intemperate time sitting still in her chair, the uncomfortable chair.

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

He leads us to another much more lavish 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 presence to wait for another customer.

"Oh no BJ, you get to stick around in here with us. You're our sales person you get to glean the wages of selling us not one but TWO elevator car,"I say to her in nominal head of Mr. Rollo.

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

The three of us chat and joke about lots of things. Sharon goes on a gross sales pitch to BJ about how in force of a honcho I've been. She tells her about today's risky venture, the gun range, the stratum on gun refuge, the fabulous lunch, 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 carol While she is no Jill, nor Dakota, nor even Amy for that subject she is quite beautiful, you can see it.

A conservatively dressed lady comes into the billet and sits down across the desk from us. She turns her paperwork around so we can see the two gross sales contracts as she goes over them line by line. Once she is done, she asks for payment. I write out the check to the public figure of the dealership and in the amount of $ 138,000, signing my name at the freighter. 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 cellphone earphone picture of us. I tell her only if our sales event person BJ is in the photo.

The three of us stand together, the dame flanking me as the back-office lady gingersnap three pictures trying to make sure as shooting she gets a good one. I ask that a copy goes to BJ as her foremost cut-rate sale. She assures me that one will.

"BJ how close to breakeven does this sales agreement get you ?"I ask her.

"Pretty close, maybe even a smidge ahead,"she says.

"Please go get our earnest 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 quit your firm. I'm taking her with us. If you think she still owes your firm money, feel free to transport me the bill. I'll have my forensic legal team go over what you say she owes you lineage by line. Should we find even one penny out of place, I'll have no choice but to charge complaint with the California Better Business Bureau, the California Department of Business, AAA, and any early delegacy I can recollect of. Please tell apart Mr. Klaus we thank him. good day Mr. Rollo, '' I say to him as I get up and provide with BJ and Sharon.

As we walk to the door, I script BJ the Key to the blue sky car.

"I want you to abide by 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 handbag. She walks back over to me, stopping at the security desk and handing over her keys and surety tag to the guard and says adios to him.

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

She hands me her phone. I put my mobile phone figure and the address of the Chateau on her earphone and order her to use the car 's GPS to get to my house. She hesitantly agrees. I can tell that she is very nervous. I just turned her life upside down, but hopefully for the meliorate.

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 affirm that you had the authority to sign a check for that sum of money,"Jill says to me.

"Well, Sharon has a new car. I'm very glad that I fulfilled my hope to her when I hired her. Hey, I have an approximation about tomorrow, let me mouth to you when we get home, oh, and I have another new person 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 min, you would also. I can't waiting until you see the car that St. 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 wild blue yonder tooth in both auto when we get to the house.

As we turn down the avail road to the house, I see in my visor mirror BJ's human face. She is astounded at the household. We pull into the courtyard of the Chateau. I see the gate guy rope have installed the gate, but it is still in the receptive stead. I also see the security department bozo van here. Although, I don't see the prophylactic guy's vehicle.

Sharon parks her car in the absolute mall of the courtyard. BJ parks the dingy car future to Sharon's car. We get out of the cars and head to the door. BJ is shocked and amazed. When we open the doorway and go inside, I was worried for a bit that she might just expire out. Her head is swirling, and she is spinning around trying to see everything. Sharon takes her bridge player and tells her to be her.

Jill and Dakota come bouncing over to me. Both of my ma'am give me a big romantic candy kiss. I take Jill by the hand and bring her outside to the courtyard. I ask her,"Jilly, what's your favored color ?"

"Blue"

"OH, MY GAWD, 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 guide it for a spin. Both she and Dakota get in the car. They slowly circle around and then peel out of the court heading down the service road at some ungodly speed, screaming all the way.

I shake my head and walk back inside. Sharon comes bouncing over to me and gives me a huge passionate osculation, right in front of BJ. When she breaks from the kiss, she takes BJ's mitt and tells her that she's going to get a duty tour of the hutch.

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

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

I have a delicate duad of hands cover my middle, but by the aroma, I can tell that the hand belong to Amy.

"Hi Daddy, you have a Edgar Albert Guest on their way over. She says you owe her for an amateur bill. papa, I thought Jill handled all the bills ?"She asks.

"Yes, my dear, Jill does subscribe caution of all the really bill. However, I'm guesswork that our guest is Dr. Ronda. She's referring to wanting to diddle with me, she hasn't had the opportunity in a while. Oh, Amy, this is BJ. I hired her away from the car dealership. She's going to be Sharon's assistant at the war hawk, so delight shit her feel welcome,"I say to Amy.

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

"David,"I correct her.

"Or dad,"Amy interjects.

"OK, Jacques Louis David. Who are you ? I mean this star sign is bad 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 soul like that ?"BJ asks me.

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

"BJ, in the test ride you made mention that you dated an elder man for a bit who convinced you to suit a car salesman ? By chance, was the older guy Mr. Rolf ?"I ask her.

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

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

"What do you mean ?"she asks.

"When you thought you were supposed to go back out and hold back for another client, he just dismissed you. No realization for selling two car, 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 appease since it was you that made the sale,"I tell her.

"Yeah, he's dating the other new gal. She's even untried than me. She's just barely over 21 and me at 25 is now the old gal. We're the alone two madam that work for that dealership, all the other sales rep are men,"she tells me.

Melanie comes around the street corner. She kisses me and sits in the chair between BJ and myself.

"Who's this David ?"Mom asks.

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

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

"No darling, I'm St. David's boss's widow. My husband, Jacques Louis David's political boss just passed away and David and Jill brought me back from my house in the Hamptons to advert out here. Which I'm loving, especially with these cunning bozo 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 enquiry, I get up kiss Mom and even kiss BJ on the top of her foreland and read/write head back towards my sleeping accommodation to take a promptly shower.

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

"Amy, ducky, where is everyone ?"

"wellspring, John and Jennifer went downtown to get Diane from the government agency. The two CG guys are away at the pool and the Twin Falls 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 limo company as she had an issue she had to redress. Donna went to the call sum, she wanted to arrest on something that she suspects happens when she's not there, so she wanted to hand 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 row, I'm here usable 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 rip her to me. She stands on her tippy-toes to buss me. We stand there for several minutes just kissing. I pull her tightly to me. She puts her arms around my neck opening. I feel her lilliputian body press itself against me. I hear her moan into my mouth as we continue our kiss.

I hear a slender knock on the bedroom door. I look over to see Sharon and BJ. Sharon brings BJ into the bedroom. She takes Amy's hand 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 comfortable I feel. This is so surrealistic. You take me away from the franchise, 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 woman. Would I like to have forcible intimacy with you ? ABSOLUTELY ! But, only if you 're uncoerced. Everyone who is part of my playgroup does this because they love sex and enjoy making someone else feel goodness. Everything is consensual and none of it has anything to do with their job. shimmer, don't dramatic play, it's all up to you. We have portion of well-favored guy cable and other than lav and Diane and Jill and I everyone is single. King John and Diane are engaged, but they play with everyone. Jill and I are marry, but we also play with everyone. If you would wish to take on, just pick someone out and play, we're a very friendly crowd. If you are bisexual, virtually all our women here are bisexual. 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 cease talking about you and your ability to please a womanhood. But I see this beautiful petite womanhood who just left this room, what 's her name, Amy ? How do I contend with that ? '' She asks.

'' BJ, this is not a competition. As I said, we are just a friendly cluster. When Marcus gets here, I want to introduce him to you. He 's just a bit sure-enough than you but he 's a existent lover. All the womanhood just enjoy to run with him. I think that he would be a expectant outset guy to play with."I tell her.

"fountainhead, sir, if you think he's a skilful one to start out with, I'll be willing to try. At some dot, can I exploit 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 bring up to me. I'm useable to you virtually anytime. Although, I do ingest a devout champion who wants to take on with me tonight coming over, Dr. Ronda,"I say to her.

I step forward. I put my arms around her and thin in and osculate her. She responds a bit more than than I anticipated. Her rima oris parts and her glossa snakes its way into my oral cavity. I feel my prick beginning to tent out my dress gasp. 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 drip to the trading floor. I reach around and unclasp her bra letting it also fall to the floor. She begins to unbutton my shirt letting it hang to the level as well. Her hands begin to explore my chest as she pulls my tee shirt over my head. I scoop her up in my weapon, honeymoon style and lay her on the playing period bed. I slide her slacks off her. I see that she has these cute beige lace panties. I remove them. While I'm standing at the side of the bed, I unbuckle my own pants letting them shine to the flooring. I slide my bagger down as well. I hear a pocket-sized gasp as she sees my hard putz pointing to the ceiling.

I get into the bed, moving my face between her thigh and leaning in to lick her woman. She spreads her ramification grasping my haircloth and pulling me into her. I begin to lick and suck her tasty sex. I feel her getting surface-active agent with each slug. I gently put two finger's breadth inside of her scraping on her G-spot. This makes her groan loudly as she splashes my bridge player and wrist. She is moaning loudly now, pulling her knees up towards her face giving me to a greater extent admission 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 fan,"she says to me as a huge climax rolls through her body.

Another sexual climax rolls through her body as I keep curling my fingers on her G-spot."OH DAVID, I'M CUMMING SO HARD….SO HARD….SO….HAA,"She doesn't finish the idiom as a tierce orgasm rolled through right on top of the second one. I let her assemble her green goddess after the third orgasm. I pull her in conclusion and just kiss her. She wraps her legs around me and deplumate me in tightly.

"David, this is so much proficient 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 base and prepare for tomorrow,"she says to me.

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

She pulls herself into me and snog me passionately. She lays her headway on my chest and just Begin to circle her fingers through my chest pilus. It doesn't take prospicient before I hear her lightly snoring as she has fallen asleep in my arms.

I hear Bobby and Sammy announce that dinner is fix. I gently get up from underneath BJ and head out, putting on my basketball shorts and a tee shirt. I leave my chamber doorway assailable. When I get to the aliveness way, Dakota and Jill are just coming back in with huge smiles on their faces. Clearly, they loved Jill 's new car. I got kisses from Dakota and a bigger kiss from Jill. I whisper in Jill 's ear that we have a new extremity of the playgroup in our 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 denture of food for thought. I thought about just how overnice my lifespan has become since I became a chauffeur. Tomorrow is another day and Jill and I must meet this investing group about the horse cavalry racetrack. We all eat our dinner enjoying each former's company.

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