The Chauffeur ( # 28 ) gas pedal and Other Stuff

By PABLO DIABLO

Copyright 2019

CHAPTER 1

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

I knew that our dependable guy was now handling the lock changes at the Hawk. Need to feature Sharon ask him to stop by at his convenience and finish installing the safes that he left in one of the bedrooms.

I was excited with today's agenda having the Police handgun range of a function on it. I am very odd about who has firearm education 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 memorize and how many limos we need for everyone to travel.

Roger had set us up with someone that he knew and trusted in teaching firearm safety and usage. I suspected that both CG son, Fred and maybe John have experience with a firearm. I haven't heard anything from any of the peeress about previous firearm training. I smelled food for thought being cooked, Viscount St. Albans and maybe some blimp, eggs, and pledge.

There was a knock on our threshold. I unlocked it and found Jennifer and Paula standing there. Both were already dressed, smelled wonderful, and had big smiles on their faces as they were both excited in this mornings escapade. They both kissed me, but their logical thinking for knocking was to ask about if the teacher would be bringing enough weapons 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 cascade and get ready for our adventure.

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

"goodness Morning everyone,"I said smiling.

I got lots of groans, a couple of respectable mornings back, and a match of completely silent because coffee bean had not taken core yet.

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

Amy told me that the surety guys had already called and would be here shortly. The logic gate people said that since we had changed the gens from The Commune to the Chateau it would take a bit Sir Thomas More time to fix the name over the gate. The prophylactic guy said he would take care of the safe's soon, as he was working diligently on the locks of the Hawk.

I pointed out to Amy that we needed a situation for her to have the security department to be set up, easily accessible to her, and being recorded on a swarm host. She said she already had a placement set up just off the main kitchen with a petty positioning in the big kitchen. I was glad she had a plan in mind.

Since I had already gotten dressed in my dress trunks and a Cuban panache shirt, I headed outside to the pocket billiards homes. I noticed the lights on in the puddle home that was now a erotica studio. I knocked. Allison answered. I heard moaning and groaning in the backdrop. I saw both twins on their knee joint in front of guys that I recognized from the porn industriousness. I didn't see Belinda though. When I asked about her, Allison took my hand and led me to a book binding bedroom, where she was the centerpiece of a 12-man rotary jolt. She whispered in my ear, how excited she was wearing her dog collar in the house the former day and is looking forward to doing the same matter again.

I asked her how using the studio was going, she said that she has had a tremendous reply and now has a small waiting list, that included a couple of guys 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 collapse her.

I did lean into her and whispered to her that she is my favorite subservient. 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 smut studio. As I walked back across to the sign of the zodiac, I see John peering out the glass doorway at me with a big cheesy grin on his face.

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

This good morning the mansion was buzzing. I wasn't for certain what got everyone moving around so early, but with Bobby and Sammy preparation, the sign smelled delicious. I took a shell full of eggs, sausage, sirup, and goner. The guy wire also set out a methamphetamine hydrochloride of pineapple juice and Milk River for me. I sat at the kitchen tabular array thinking about what Mom had said about needing a formal dining room table. She was right field. I texted her that I had seen a pecan mesa somewhere and thought it to be a beautiful table, but that our shelve needs to be able to invest at to the lowest degree 20 people.

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

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

I heard a spattering and looked out to see the two Twin Falls naked in the pool. This drew a chuckle from the inside chemical group. I sent John the Divine out there to check 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 pool fully clothed. Those of us who were watching laughed out garish. John the Divine was happy being in the pool with two naked twins. I looked around but didn't see Diane anywhere.

Both twins took to kissing St. John. They pushed their au naturel eubstance 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 possess his prison cell earphone in his pants pocket when he hit the water.

Corey plunge under the water supply only to come forth with Saint John the Apostle's trouser and boxer short pants. Gospel According to John looked over at the sign of the zodiac and just smiled. None of us cared if he has some kitty sex with the twins, in fact, I think a brace of the cat, like Marcus, envied King John. I leaned over to Marcus and told him to go join John, I 'm surely 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 pool. I saw Carol swim over to Marcus and begin playing with him.

Amy told me that my boxful had arrived yesterday, while I was in the chamber with Jill. She put them in the front line bedroom behind the living way. I got up and headed there, with Amy following close behind. I opened the door to see about 50 FedEx box seat of various sizes. I didn't even sleep with where to get down. I told Amy that I wanted the Twin Falls and Marcus to plow the same sorting job here that they did at the Hawk.

As I went to turn around, Amy cornered me. She put her subdivision around me and pulled me in for a buss. I pulled her to me, figuring that she felt a bit lonely without Tina being here. I walked her out to the animation room. She shed her clothes 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 humanity 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 lips allowing each former's natural language to go into our sass. I felt her begin to orgasm on me, her soundbox stiffening up as she expelled wetness onto my lap. I thrust into her as deeply as I could get.

I felt that tremendous twinge as I began to shoot rope 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 clock time her whole physical structure shook with an orgasmic Benjamin Rush. We declared our have a go at it for each early as I shot another round of sperm into her. She wrapped her lithe branch around me pulling me bass into her as I shot again and again. Her eyes glazed over, and I felt her physical structure muscle spasm underneath me yet again.

As we were uncoupling, my fiddling 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 manus rubbing my cum covered cock. Her get off strokes felt wonderful. 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 movement. We began to shake back and forth. We continued rocking back and Forth for quite a long time. She began kissing me, licking my neck, and playing with my ear. All of that felt grand. I thrust into her, shooting rope after rope into her. She moaned in tot acceptance, declaring her honey 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 puss. She was making a mess on the leather lounge. Her pussy was expelling all the cum that I had put in there. She pulled out two fingers full of cum, licking them clean. She moaned as she cleaned her own fingerbreadth. As my pecker finally began to deflate, Amy took one last-place biff of my putz taking precaution to cleanse the cum from Dakota off my manhood. Dakota just smiled seeing Amy being submissive to me yet again.

CHAPTER 2

As the sentence for us to leave alone quickly approached, I remembered that Fred had left one of the limos out into the court. He got up, got dressed and headed exterior to go take up the limousine. He returned to a lesser extent 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 pistol range.

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

The eternal sleep of the group all chose a car. All three limousine were full of our playgroup. Off we went to the pistol range.

Marcus was left behind with instructions about the security department company along with direction that the gate people may evince up as well as the locksmith putting the remaining prophylactic into assorted way around the house. He accepted the responsibility.

As we drove to the ambit, Jill told us about how hard it was for her to find out to specify on the range in the Marines, although she was using more than just a shooting iron, she had to condition with a rifle as well.

Sharon told us about growing up in a house where her Dad went hunting when the time of year came around. However, it was all a ruse to birth a girlfriend on the side. Her Mom figured it out when he came home after a hebdomad of being gone ‘ hunting'but he had the exact same clothes on that he left in. She rummaged through his luggage only to find a cute lacy bra, certainly not one of her Mothers ’. They divorced after that hunting season. He married his ‘ girlfriend'about 6 month later.

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

Dakota had to be cajoled to blab out about hitman. She said she grew up in a tough neighborhood, lashings of gangs, batch of unsavory people many if not most had a gun. She said in high schooltime one of her friends was brutalized at point. She was so shaken up that she ended up committing suicide. She told us that she is very worried 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 Sat morning grade that I took my son to when he was about 8. This really pissed off his Mother, but I was intent on taking the ‘ fun'out of handling a firearm. We sat and listened to an instructor teach the tiddler about the difference between a revolver and a semi-automatic shooting iron. He showed the tiddler how to be able to expect at a weapon and know if there is a base hit or not, how to load and unload a pistol, as well as how to houseclean a arm properly. I explained that at his age all his friends were enamored with guns. He told me several old age 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 menage when it went off. The dog ran and hid underneath a bed. He remembers how billy goat just dropped the gun on the story and went running to his chamber knowing that he was getting a whipping when Dad got home. As I told this narrative, we arrived at the range.

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

I was felicitous to see the sizing of the group once we all emerged from their several limo. The teacher introduced himself and his assistant since Dakota had warned him about how large our chemical group would be.

We all followed him into a schoolroom type setting where the learning would lead off. He had many more pistol than we needed, which was a relief to me.

As we all took a seat, I noticed that Dakota was seated right next to Jill. Fred, both CG boys already had firearm and carry permits. The teacher had us fulfill out the carry permit form if we wished to be cleared to hold and manage a firearm.

The 1st two hr of the training were…. well…. boring. requirement, but boring.

Before we were even allowed to plow a firearm, we had to pass a shortly quiz about handling a gun that the teacher had put together. It was a flying quiz, but it took everyone off sentry duty a bit. Surprisingly John 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.

John chose a Joseph Smith & Wesson .357 Dakota took hold of a little Smith 9mm that fit her hand.

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

Mom, well she was quite funny, 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 opt a gun to her size but not with such power to overwhelm her. He gave her a Charter 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 someone else to take their gun. Of course, John wanted to express off, but the CG son kept him in his fanny.

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 St. John explaining that although a .357 is a capital gun, it's better suited for the movies and not in genuine life. He selected a David Smith & Wesson 9mm which john took reluctantly and gave up the large revolver.

In my brain, I again see the maturity level of John growing. Not all that long ago, he would bear argued about what gun he wanted, but here he listened to reason and made the switch. Maybe I need to admit him in a real work seance with me.

Now it was time to manoeuvre out to the chain, but before we did the instructor gave us each a pair of condom methamphetamine. He also did not consecrate us ammo until we got to the grasp, he said he would then consecrate us five round of drinks each. Paula made us snigger again asking what a bout was. The instructor explained that around was another Bible for bullet. Paula shrugged her shoulders and Jill patted her on the back.

The instructor divided the group down the midsection of the class. One half of the class went with the primary instructor, the other half went with the help. We all got up and followed our respective teacher with him putting each of us at separate stalls in which to shoot from.

I chose the very end, closest to Dakota and Jill. I wanted to see Jill burgeon forth, but after hearing about Dakota's previous experience with a firearm, made me worry about her.

Somehow, John ended up on the former side of me. Jill laughed when she saw me and my vestige, even Dakota laughed a bit seeing trick next to me.

In my read/write head, it thought this to be a rather easy job, boy was I unseasonable. I guess I should be felicitous that we were all shooting in the same direction at least. It was clear-cut who had handgun training and who did n't. I was n't bad, all my beat at to the lowest degree hit the quarry newspaper. However, hapless Paula and Jennifer had no rounds hit the quarry theme. They were both ready to feed up almost immediately. The primary instructor moved Jennifer and Paula closer to the CG male child, that way each one of them could pass on them gentle suggestion about being Thomas More successful.

Sammy and Bobby also helped. They each made gentle suggestions to Donna and Allison, although I don't think Allison was comfy holding the gun. She kept putting the gun down after each shot. Sammy told her to fire all five rounds then put the firearm down.

Next, to me, I heard five shots all grouped together. I turned and saw Jill coaching Dakota. Jill, the CG guy rope, Fred, and Sammy and Bobby all had put their unit of ammunition inside the black, but the CG Guy and Fred all hit center quite a little. The instructor offered to deepen the butt newspaper from a target to one of a ‘ bad guy ’, Dakota readily accepted the offer.

It was as if a light shift turned on with Dakota. She put her next five all in the look of the bad guy……all five ! She smiled at her results, Jill laughed even the teacher made mention that sometimes you just necessitate something more than a paper fair game to make things click.

The secondary teacher went along the shooting line offering to change from targets to the bad guy target, lav wanted to try. He did ok, all five of his dead reckoning hit the guy, but there was no grouping. Bobby stepped over to John and suggested that he give the gun with one hand and the early paw act as a al-Qaeda underneath the gun stock to keep the recoil to a minimum. When john tried the suggestion, he got four out of the five together with the fifth one not part of the group but directly between the eyes. John Lackland was cook to be done after seeing that. We all laughed at our new ‘ triggerman ’. What surprised me the most was the care Jill was showing Dakota on how to properly apply her weapon.

Dakota would take her five blastoff, Jill would impart her advice, and then Dakota would enkindle five Sir Thomas More. Clearly, Dakota was determined to surmount this and kept at it until her shooting became practically better.

I asked the teacher if we could get all our military machine people lined up next to each other and have ourselves a lilliputian shoot off. He shrugged his articulatio humeri and asked the group if they would be unforced, which they all agreed. In my head, I thought that one of the CG boys would ascend to the top. However, it was a surprise to me that although the CG boys were spectacular, Fred and Jill took top honors. Fred put all five of his again center mass on the regular target. Jill used the bad-guy target and put all five squarely in the breast. The CG boys all had revolve around muckle shots, but each one had one single barb that drifted and touched the communication channel, whereas Fred did not.

Dakota just kept practicing repeatedly, focusing on her mastering this acquisition. Jill was clearly a cracking supporter to her giving her advice and direction on bettering her technique.

The other ma'am all enjoyed the event, but they didn't believe that they would ever need this skill. However, Sharon also kept at the shooting trying to master the accomplishment as well. She was quite the spitfire, not willing to foreswear. Mom, well she really didn't look comfortable using the gun, but she did anyway. She kept trying until all five of her shots hit the object at least.

I was impressed that both Sharon and Dakota were determined to control this skill. John, well he was his usual John self, but he again showed signs of adulthood when he was given advice on how to advance his shooting skill set. All in all, we had a corking time. The teacher took a mathematical group photo of everyone together holding their gun in battlefront of them. He told me that he would have them developed and mail the set to us.

Once the breeding class was over, I felt it was time for another expectant luncheon at Fred's favorite Italian restaurant. Mom was excited to hear we would be going back there. In her head our sway star would still be there, however, the rest of us just rolled our eyes 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 car, I pulled Fred aside and spoke to him. He assured me that he would choose care of what I was asking.

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

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

"Daddy, would it be OK with you if I went home instead of eating lunch with everyone ? I'm feeling a bit disgust and the idea of Allium sativum bread is making my tummy do flip flops,"Dakota said to me.

"Sir, I'd be happy to take misfire Dakota back to the sign of the zodiac,"Fred offered.

'' That would be ticket, 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 nix 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 Scheol out of the others, but Jill being Jill politely told everyone that they all ‘ let'her win. In my head, I wasn't sure if they did or not. I knew one of the CG boys 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 human face that I was worried about her. The last two time we had pregnancy return, there was more to it than just being nauseated. I decided to call Dr. Ronda.

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

"Well, my sexy darling, I'm actually calling you to delight founder Dakota a claim. She is skipping luncheon with the mob 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 sign of caution. Will you mark on her as a favour to me ? '' I ask.

"Darling, for you I'd do just about anything. I'll outcry 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 warm phone kiss and hangs up.

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

Jill's earpiece buzzes.

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

There's a interruption as I can only pick up Jill's side of meat of the conversation.

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

"What was that all about ?"I ask.

"A turgid stockholder of Churchill pile wants to buy all of our horse raceway. He's put an investor mathematical group together and they would like to meet with us tomorrow aurora at the mortarboard. They wanted to make certain they were not intruding on any funeral or sept fourth dimension with respect to Bob Jaxson."She says to me.

"Well, darling, you've told me that the tracks are neat John Cash cows, their operating costs and liability insurance policy 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 effective idea. What do you think ?"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 opprobrious, but it wouldn't take very much for that to change."Jill tells me as I hold her place out for her.

"Didn't we get them in the Happy, Happee limo mint ? Weren't they bought under the limo license and we acquired them for following to nil like the recording studio ?"I ask.

"Yes, we did. Let me contract a speedy look but off the top of my question we may be able to get them to take the whole package, including that one in upstate New House of York that hasn't made money in three or four years."Jill says. I just lie with it when she gets into the business concern mode, she is so sexy then.

The proprietor comes over to greet us. Before we even say anything, he has two bottles of Chianti and three baskets of ail lolly being delivered to the table. He also has respective glasses of water supply. Fred had mentioned that we would care urine with the meal. The possessor did investigate where Fred was. I told him he is running one of our party home, as she wasn't tone well.

"Must have eaten Greek food, too often Charles Lamb,"the owner says laughing. We all chuckled along with him.

I leaned over to Jill and asked,"deary do you feature a company check 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 prison term to pay up,"I say avoiding the real solution with all the capitulum around listening.

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

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

"Um, add up to retrieve about it, no,"she replies.

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

"Didn't she tell you ? She went to the office 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 guns,"I reply.

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

"Hey, where's Diane ?"

"She's at workplace. She didn't want to do the gun affair, but she felt she should be at work if not with us. I told her she was being overly spiritualist, but she's serious about making sure you're felicitous with her,"John tells me.

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

John takes out his earphone and dials it and hands it to me.

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

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

"OH son of a bitch"she replies.

"favorite, why are you at work ? 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 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 stupid,"I say to her trying to be funny.

I add,"favourite, can we bring you lunch or something to eat ?"

"No, I just had a match of sandwiches that I made before I left the home this forenoon plus, I have a small salad to have in a bit,"she says back.

'' Diane, are you taking the antepartum vitamins as Dr. Ronda suggested ? '' I ask.

"fountainhead, I keep forgetting,"she says.

"OK but know that we'll lecture about fixing that tonight. I want you to accept a brightly beautiful child, even if John is the beginner,"I say looking at John and laughing. She laughs as well, even John the Divine chuckles.

I tell her that I'll see her tonight and paw the telephone back to John.

I walk back down to my tush. 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 touch. One of the CG boys brings her chair. Jill scooches over and pulls my chair over as well making room for Sharon.

I put her collection plate of intellectual nourishment down at the abandon spot, hold for the chair to be set in piazza and give Sharon's script as she sits down.

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

"WOW, lunch with the honcho, '' Sharon says smiling.

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

"Oh, my good. This has been a crazy day. The gun range, the classes about how to handle a gun, dejeuner here, this is an awing employment day,"She says with a big grin 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 hold the big conference room tomorrow. I don't have a go at it how long we'll need it but let me book it for the entire day. Also, we need to have coffee, water supply, juice ready for tomorrow. We have an investment group meeting Jill and me tomorrow. Can you give birth that ready for us ? '' I ask of her.

Sharon stops eating and dials up the federal agency and has a quick conversation with someone and in just a brace of transactions 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 tight 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 mesa. Fred tells me that Dakota got a call in the car from Dr. Ronda and that she will stop by tonight just to break on Dakota.

"Oh, yeah sir, she told Dakota to severalise you that your placard is past due,"He says to me.

I just laugh.

We spend about an hr 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 steer to the role for a bit asking Sharon to join me. She willingly agrees.

CHAPTER 3

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

"We're not,"

"But you said…."she says.

"Just trust me,"I tell her.

We don't traveling too far, about three miles before we pull into our destination. A Mercedes franchise. Sharon's eyes get big then tear up. I just smile. The driver pulls the car up to the front doors 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 speak to your young salesperson,"I tell the receptionist.

She picks up the phone and dial person up.

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

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

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

We turn around and see a lovely new woman standing with a big grinning on her face.

"I'm Brandi Johansson. My booster call in 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 new 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 paper bag in the rib from Sharon.

"Please phone me BJ,"she says making Sharon and me smile.

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

"wellspring sir, we don't sell machine,"she replies.

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

"Those automobiles sir are Mercedes Benz, the finest motorcar on the satellite,"she says with a big smile on her face.

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

"wellspring, 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 pick out color and options and fit to see if you have it in blood line,"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.

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

"My DAD ? No dearest, he's my boss,"Sharon says with a bit of rubor to her face.

"Oh WOW, I wish 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 deal 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 construction director Sharon. My caller is buying her a car of her choice and she chose a Mercedes. Can you help us ?"I say to her.

'' Yes, sir. I would be happy to help you. Do you have a model picked out and do you know what color is available in the theoretical account ?"She asks.

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

"Which E stratum and what colour,"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 blacken, silver, and white,"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, delight surveil me. I just have to intercept at our surety desk prove them your permit and get the keys,"she explains.

We both get our licenses out and script 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 knob ?"I reply smiling the unit 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 headstone as well.

We walk over to BJ and she takes us by golf pushcart to a row of E class Mercedes. Sharon's centre light up when she sees the red one. She grabs my bicep and wring as she is excited like a fry on Xmas morning.

BJ begins her roam about owning a Mercedes. 50 coats of paint, 15 coats of clear lacquer, 5-star crash rating, hand-stitched leather seats, seating for five, rear scene camera, blah, blah, claptrap. My middle roll listening to the prepared manner of speaking about the Mercedes.

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

She opens the door and Sharon gets in the driver's seat. I get in the back fundament and BJ gets in the passenger English. Once we are all in and secured with the tail end belts, she hands Sharon the key fob. Sharon starts the car. She is so excited that her workforce are almost shaking.

Sharon listens intently to BJ explain things about this model. I just sit back and listen. The tryout effort takes more than an hr as BJ wanted Sharon to experience 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 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 onetime guy, who told me I would relieve oneself quite a little of money selling these automobile. I've been working here 3 calendar month now and have not sold even one car. I've gotten closemouthed twice, but they did not qualify for financing. I feel like I got hoodwinked, but I owe them for 12 workweek of a attractor with no gross 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 blue, 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.

"Well sir, I only got my AA academic degree in line of work finance. I would really wish to sustain an office job working unconstipated hours but feeling like I was accomplishing things,"BJ tells me.

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

"Absolutely honcho !"She says back.

"BJ, I saw a car next to this one in a beautiful Amytal, is that the Sami as this red one ?"I ask.

"Oh no sir, that one is more expensive. This one that we're in is $ 61,000 that blueness 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.

"Well, Sharon is this your car, or do you require to test driving 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 sales manager,"I tell BJ.

We get out and head inside. She stops at the security desk and hands the key fob back to the security safety. She walks us to this tiny office with a cheap desk that has two lousy hard plastic hot seat. She tells us she will be right back with her gross revenue manager.

It only takes a duad of mo before she appears with a guy who epitomizes the real definition of a used car salesman. She introduces him as Tony Rolf.

"Hello sir, I'm Tony Hrolf, sales manager. BJ tells me that you're looking to buy that decent red E300. She's a beauty, isn't she ?"He says to me, but what I hear in my head is rant, bombast, rant. My brain likened the speech sound to the teacher's voice in the old Charlie brownness cartoons.

"Tony, I am interested in that car. What is the outdo OUT THE DOOR Mary Leontyne Price you can impart me ?"I ask.

"wellspring, you're in luck, we have a outstanding slew on special funding for all new client,"he begins.

"Tony, Tony, stop right there. I asked for your practiced out the door price,"I tell him.

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

I cut him off mid-sentence."Mr. Hrolf, do you desire to make a sale, or do you want to waste my clock time. I have minuscule patience for sentence wasting. I work for a aliveness. If you can't severalize me what I asked you for either get your genus Bos or I'm going to your competition,"I tell him sternly. I see BJ's middle get bigger. Apparently, she hasn't seen anyone put Mr. Rollo in his place.

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

He returns a couple of minutes late with a slender man.

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

Klaus extends his helping hand and we shake.

"Mr. Klaus, we came in here to buy a Mercedes. No financing just to buy the hoot car. Yet, your man here seems to want to rot my time. I work for a keep and would like to get back to doing what I do. So, I'll ask you the same query What is the ripe out the doorway Price on that red Mercedes that we just test horde with this hardworking lady BJ ?"I say in a stern voice, 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 adept price to me and these are out the threshold prices, tax, tag, and all your little preprinted fees ?"I ask.

"OK, I'll take both and I want your authority that BJ here gets the quotation for the sale. I'm only here because she worked so hard on this sale. If I didn't need to get back to work out soon, I would feature just left and gone to your contender. How long do you think this will take ?"I say with an air of superiority.

"Sir, we will have all the paperwork done and the cars ready in less than 90 minutes. Will that be sufficient ?"Klaus says to us. However, I see Sharon having a hard clip sitting still in her hot seat, the uncomfortable chair.

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

He leads us to another much more unstinted role. 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 figurehead to expect for another customer.

"Oh no BJ, you get to remain in here with us. You're our sales person you get to reap the wages of selling us not one but TWO motorcar,"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 the great unwashed prepare all the paperwork.

The three of us chat and laugh about quite a little of things. Sharon goes on a sales sales pitch to BJ about how good of a boss I've been. She tells her about today's adventure, the gun mountain chain, the social class on gun safety device, the mythologic tiffin, and now getting her a new car. I think to myself that BJ is truly a mantrap. She is certainly more beautiful than the twins Corey and Christmas carol While she is no Jill, nor Dakota, nor even Amy for that matter she is quite beautiful, you can see it.

A conservatively dressed lady comes into the federal agency 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 contrast by ancestry. Once she is done, she asks for defrayal. I write out the check to the name of the franchise and in the amount of $ 138,000, signing my name at the bottom. She looks at the check and asks if I'm the new CEO of the troupe that she saw on MSNBC. When I tell her that I am, she asks if she could get a cell phone picture of us. I tell her only if our sales soul BJ is in the photo.

The three of us stand together, the ladies flanking me as the back-office dame snaps three mental picture trying to get sure as shooting she gets a good one. I ask that a written matter goes to BJ as her first 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 of study, I have n't been shy about matter, I just do n't like Mr. Rollo.

"Ah, Mr. Rollo, I want to thank you. You made it easygoing for BJ to give up your firm. I'm taking her with us. If you think she still owes your firm money, feel relinquish to transmit me the neb. I'll have my forensic effectual team go over what you say she owes you line by line. Should we find even one cent out of billet, I'll have no choice but to file ill with the Golden State Better concern Bureau, the California section of line of work, AAA, and any other agency I can opine of. Please differentiate Mr. Klaus we thank him. goodby Mr. Rollo, '' I say to him as I get up and will with BJ and Sharon.

As we walk to the threshold, I hand BJ the keys to the blue 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 protection desk and handing over her keys and security tag to the precaution and says goodbye to him.

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

She hands me her phone. I put my cell bit and the address of the Chateau on her speech sound and tell her to use the car 's GPS to get to my house. She hesitantly agrees. I can separate that she is very nervous. I just turned her life history upside down, but hopefully for the substantially.

As I get into the red Mercedes with Sharon, my headphone buzz. It's Jill.

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

"Did you just buy Sharon a Mercedes ? They called to verify that you had the authority to sign up a tab for that amount,"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 talk to you when we get home, oh, and I have another new somebody to link our group. I hired our car sales rep,"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 air tooth in both cars when we get to the house.

As we turn down the service road to the sign, I see in my bill mirror BJ's nerve. She is astounded at the household. We pull into the courtyard of the Chateau. I see the gate guy wire have installed the gate, but it is still in the open position. I also see the security measure guy rope van here. Although, I don't see the safe guy's vehicle.

Sharon parks her car in the absolute nub of the courtyard. BJ parks the juicy car next to Sharon's car. We get out of the railway car and headspring to the door. BJ is shocked and amazed. When we open the door and go inside, I was worried for a second that she might just pass out. Her head is swirling, and she is spinning around trying to see everything. Sharon takes her script and tells her to abide by her.

Jill and Dakota come bouncing over to me. Both of my ladies give me a big romantic kiss. I take Jill by the hired man and take away her outside to the courtyard. I ask her,"Jilly, what's your favorite semblance ?"

"Blue"

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

I shake my head and pass back inside. Sharon comes bouncing over to me and gives me a Brobdingnagian passionate candy kiss, right in social movement of BJ. When she breaks from the kiss, she takes BJ's mitt and tells her that she's going to get a tour of the shack.

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

"I'm making grilled volaille to toss into freshly made alfredo and egg attic. Sammy is making some finger food appetiser and I think he's going to make a multiple layered vanilla extract and strawberry cake for sweet,"Bobby tells me. I look at the microwave clock and see that it is after 5pm. I feel bushed and sit down at the mesa.

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

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

"Yes, my pricy, Jill does take attention of all the real notice. However, I'm guesswork that our guest is Dr. Ronda. She's referring to wanting to flirt with me, she hasn't had the chance in a while. Oh, Amy, this is BJ. I hired her away from the car franchise. She's going to be Sharon's supporter at the hawk, so delight give her feel welcome,"I say to Amy.

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

"St. David,"I correct her.

"Or Daddy,"Amy interjects.

"OK, Jacques Louis David. Who are you ? I mean this household is bigger than the store that I go shopping in. And you seem to deliver beautiful cleaning woman bouncing all around here. Are you, um, Hugh Hefner or person like that ?"BJ asks me.

"No, Hugh Heffner changed the populace. He made nude sculpture pictures of char into a worldwide magazine publisher. I 'm just trying to fix my company, Jaxson Inc."I say to her.

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

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

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

"What do you have in mind ?"she asks.

"When you thought you were supposed to go back out and wait for another customer, he just dismissed you. No realisation for selling two cars, no thank you for doing a good job. He was substance to just let you go away. He really got ticked off when I told him that you were to quell since it was you that made the cut-rate sale,"I tell her.

"Yeah, he's dating the early new gal. She's even younger than me. She's just barely over 21 and me at 25 is now the old gal. We're the only two Lady that work for that dealership, all the other salesperson are men,"she tells me.

Melanie comes around the nook. 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 help,"I tell Mom.

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

"No darling, I'm Saint David's boss's widow. My married man, David's boss just passed away and Saint David and Jill brought me back from my house in the Hamptons to cling out here. Which I'm loving, especially with these cute Guy that are here like Bobby and his counterpart Sammy, who is in the former kitchen, '' Mom tells BJ.

I see in BJ's center that she has interrogation, I get up osculation Mom and even kiss BJ on the top of her head and head back towards my bedroom to claim a quickly shower bath.

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

"Amy, darling, where is everyone ?"

"Well, King John and Jennifer went downtown to get Diane from the office. The two CG guys are alfresco at the kitty and the Twins 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 progeny she had to rectify. Donna went to the vociferation meat, she wanted to check on something that she suspects happens when she's not there, so she wanted to dedicate them a surprise visit. Fred is taking the limo back. I don't know where Marcus is, and fall guy Newberg said he would be back after 530pm. And of course, 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 pull her to me. She stands on her tippy-toes to kiss me. We stand there for various minute just kissing. I pull her tightly to me. She puts her blazon around my neck. I feel her petite body press itself against me. I hear her moan into my sassing as we continue our kiss.

I hear a slight knock on the bedroom threshold. I look over to see Sharon and BJ. Sharon brings BJ into the bedroom. She takes Amy's hired hand 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 comfortable I feel. This is so surreal. 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 physical intimacy with you ? ABSOLUTELY ! But, only if you 're willing. Everyone who is part of my playgroup does this because they love sex and bask making someone else feel beneficial. Everything is consensual and none of it has anything to do with their job. bid, don't caper, it's all up to you. We have lots of good-looking guys 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 marital, but we also play with everyone. If you would like to play, just pick someone out and play, we're a very friendly cluster. If you are bisexual, virtually all our char here are bisexual. If you know what a tramp is, that probably defines us the best,"I say to her.

"I don't know. I'm flighty. Sharon can't bar talking about you and your ability to please a adult female. But I see this beautiful petite woman who just left this elbow 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 inclose him to you. He 's just a bit elderly than you but he 's a real lover. All the women just love to play with him. I think that he would be a swell first guy to flirt with."I tell her.

"fountainhead, sir, if you think he's a in effect one to start with, I'll be volition to try. At some point, can I exercise my way up to you ?"She asks. Somehow, I just knew that this question was lurking in her head.

"favorite, you don't need to make for up to me. I'm usable to you virtually anytime. Although, I do have a dear 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 lip parts and her lingua snakes its way into my mouth. I feel my hammer beginning to camp out my garb pants. She feels it as well, reaching down and squeezing my nearly tumid peter. I caress her back. I begin to unbutton her blouse. I let it drop down to the story. I reach around and unclasp her bra letting it also fall to the floor. She begins to unbutton my shirt letting it go down to the floor as well. Her hands begin to explore my dresser as she pulls my tee shirt over my headspring. I scoop her up in my arms, honeymoon manner and lay her on the bid 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 English of the bed, I unbuckle my own drawers letting them fall to the floor. I slide my boxer down as well. I hear a small gasp as she sees my surd prick pointing to the ceiling.

I get into the bed, moving my face between her thigh and leaning in to bat her womanhood. She spreads her legs prehension my haircloth and pulling me into her. I begin to lick and sop up her tasty sex. I feel her getting wetter with each salt lick. I gently put two fingerbreadth inside of her scraping on her G-spot. This makes her moan loudly as she splashes my hand and wrist. She is moaning loudly now, pulling her articulatio genus up towards her face giving me more memory access to her woman. I keep curling my finger's breadth inside of her making her coming more and more until the big one hit like a mac truck.

"OH GAWD Saint David, THIS FEELS SO WONDERFUL, YOU ARE SO AMAZING, SHARON IS rightfulness, YOU ARE AN AWESOME LOVER,"she says to me as a vast orgasm roll through her body.

Another orgasm rolls through her consistence as I keep curling my digit on her G-spot."OH DAVID, I'M CUMMING SO HARD….SO HARD….SO….HAA,"She doesn't finish the idiom as a third sexual climax rolled through justly on top of the second one. I let her garner her green goddess after the one-third coming. I pull her in airless and just kiss her. She wraps her ramification around me and pulls me in tightly.

"Saint David, this is so a great deal better than anything that I've experienced before. Thank you for taking me away from that horrible seat. I guess at some point I need to go home and make for tomorrow,"she says to me.

"BJ, you don't need to go place tonight. I have plenitude of elbow room here. We'll work something out. I just know you will revel our grouping. This is only the offset of your sexual awakening,"I tell her.

She pulls herself into me and kiss me passionately. She lays her head on my chest and just Menachem Begin to circle her fingers through my chest of drawers hairsbreadth. It doesn't take tenacious before I hear her lightly snoring as she has fallen asleep in my arms.

I hear Bobby and Sammy announce that dinner party is make. I gently get up from underneath BJ and head out, putting on my basketball shorts and a tee shirt. I leave my bedroom doorway open. When I get to the living room, Dakota and Jill are just coming back in with vast smiles on their faces. Clearly, they loved Jill 's new car. I got osculation from Dakota and a swelled buss from Jill. I whisper in Jill 's ear that we have a new phallus of the playgroup in our play bed. Jill smiles 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 St. 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 home base 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 match this investment mathematical group about the sawhorse tracks. We all eat our dinner enjoying each other's company.

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