This is the introduction to a story that I will be writing more of later. I am posting it betimes to see people 's response and to test the system of rules, it is not a final exam draft of the pure introduction but there is a word of warning. This storey will experience ABSOLUTELY terrible consequence happen in it, ONLY read the unanimous story when it comes out if you are OK with the themes posted and NEVER copy ANYTHING THAT HAPPENS. This is meant as fiction and just a way to give tongue to a fetish, not an alibi to do anything with in. these are thing that SHOULD get you thrown in a shadow pit with overzealous dogs, or prison house, do n't do them !

Again this is a rough draft and honestly this is a porn site, does grammar really weigh ? please remark and get in touch modality if you have any ideas that will be utile for the story. useless criticism does nothing and ill just brush off that kind of thing. There will be NO SEX in this version of the introduction but expect some terrible thing in the first chapter, if it ever happens, who knows, shrug, generator come and go on this situation all the time.

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The epithet Michael Philip Jagger.

I am not a safe man. I lost the right field to shout out my self that ages ago, after I met my genus Bos, and if you think I am a bad guy, just reckon how bad he is. He runs the display and I do the work, but hey, at least I like my job. I worked my way up with the Boss, a few years of oink work here and a few class of… oh, whats the mundane word for this component part, I guess"managing"will do ... managing one of the side mathematical operation there, this all made me very well off. My position within ... well, lets just phone it,"The Company"does n't even want much exploit on my piece anymore, so its a very slacken job. Does n't hurt that it pays well and can be very fun, too.

The Boss has got his helping hand in just about everything, I think he wants to expect into some si-fi asshole succeeding but, that 's besides the point of my story. My boss is a very generous man, the money that he has loaned to out aspiring entrepreneur over the class has funded some of the biggest bodied tycoon planetary house out there, and his loanword always comes back with pastime. I am the head of the loan returns and repossession side of the Boss'workplace. When a lone comes to my desk for probe its my job to find out the electric current position of any collateral that was offered and reclaim the economic value of the lone. My"official"claim is private investigator, and while technically true, I guess, it does n't do my job justice.

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

But lets get to the honorable region. The job I enjoyed the most was out west. Some brilliant guy showed the knob his"get rich wanton"plan and the Boss decided to pay him the loan. The amount was huge and the idiot put everything up as collateral, his house, his troupe, the designs of his plan, his sept, ya have sex standard hooey everyone puts up as collateral.

well the"get rich promiscuous"plan of this guy failed miserably and so I was sent his information and I got in touch with him regarding recovering the foreman plus. The amount I needed to call for was n't even that bad after everything was calculated ; just all terra firma owned by him and his prompt folk, any car and good attached to his sign hold, a girl and his life. Could receive been a lot worse, all that would happen was his wife and 2 of his kids would be homeless with nothing but the clothing on their backs, one kid would serve"the ship's company"and he would be dead, zippo big. Well the dumb ass ran.

We like it when they run. Any expense gets added to the amount that they owe. That means the tab of any bounty hunters and information processing system specialists we hire to chase after them down was charged to the runner. All of this is with pursuit I might add, and any thing I want for myself is also added because I can. I have n't looked at the going charge per unit on bounty Hunter lately but the good ones cost a lot. I almost feel bad for the crime syndicate of the people who run, but I do n't. That 's the job.

Well this dumb ass, I 'm just going to cry him bonehead from now on, was"lovingly"married with three girl, perfect for us, tremendous for them. Miriam, his wife, was a super hot Milf in her mid 30 's, who only seemed to have that motherly shape in her titty and ass, even after giving birthing to 3 minor. Men would kill for a lover with that figure of speech, womanhood would bolt down to have it. She had started dating numskull untested, like real young. He was in university almost graduated and she was most definitely was not. An other drop out of senior high school school schooling, she had never worked a job in her life story, excepting lunkhead to do that section for her. She was kinda stuck up over all but, to her benefit, she loved her class and would do anything for her daughter, something I used from day one.

The quondam daughter was named Anabel. Definitely the sexiest of the entire kinsperson. Long legs, gorgeous boldness, just B cup dumbbell, with her near ass she could suffer been working as a model if she was n't so otiose. She realized early in life that men would do anything for her and so long as she kept her pussy as an unobtainable prize for them to fight over, they would keep trying to woe her in Thomas More and more flesh out fashion. After high gear school she stopped doing anything, instead lounging at home waiting for one date or another to number and take her to the future party or event. Some how after all this, when I got to her she was still a virgin.

The middle daughter, Becky, was the opposite of her previous sister. Any thing Anabel liked, Becky hated and vice versa. Becky worked very hard at everything she did and the inquiries that we sent out all came back as her being a straight A student running for student counsellor president. The only things that the Sister had in uncouth were commanding position and pose soma. She did n't sustain the potential to be a model like her Sister, a little shorter and with a more entire figure but, Becky was no push button over in the looks department. That lilliputian special mass she had on her bones only made the curve of her consistence more fun to watch. She had an push around her that led others to take heed to what she said, which led to a minuscule bonus for us.

The last daughter was the untried. Callie was an adorable student who 's body fell some where between her two sisters but was no less of a grab. Her body was cushy in all the right blank space and tight where it counted. Her chest was pocket-size then that of the mother and Becky but, had already surpassed the eldest daughter by a cup sizing or two. Of all of them, only she seemed to be actually happy, perfectly happy to meet congratulations and care from those around her. She a young woman surrounded by unassailable womanhood and a doting founding father, her kinsperson had done a great job of creating a pure and obedient child who was a pleasure to be with. She is still my favorite now.

The day that I first approached the family was a great day for me, and the end of their well-off little home, but it was n't going to happen all at once, no, I was going to let the debt pile on before I ripped them from their homes. Until the"caring"beginner was caught by our men I would have to stay close to his family, to make sure as shooting they did n't run. till then, I was going to relish this experience to the wide. All expenses paid vacation on hammerhead'dime, hell yeah !