This is the introduction to a taradiddle that I will be writing more of later. I am posting it ahead of time to see people 's response and to examine the system of rules, it is not a final draft of the complete unveiling but there is a word of honor of warning. This narrative will bear ABSOLUTELY terrible events fall out in it, ONLY read the whole chronicle when it comes out if you are OK with the themes posted and NEVER written matter ANYTHING THAT HAPPENS. This is meant as fiction and just a way to express a fetish, not an alibi to do anything with in. these are matter that SHOULD get you thrown in a dark pit with rabid hot dog, or prison, do n't do them !

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

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The names Michael Philip Jagger.

I am not a ripe man. I lost the rightfield to telephone my self that ages ago, after I met my boss, and if you think I am a bad guy, just imagine how bad he is. He runs the show and I do the work, but hey, at to the lowest degree I like my job. I worked my way up with the chief, a few long time of grunt work here and a few years of… oh, whats the mundane word for this parting, I guess"managing"will do ... managing one of the side operations there, this all made me very well off. My position within ... well, lets just call it,"The Company"does n't even postulate much effort on my part anymore, so its a very relaxed job. Does n't hurt that it pays well and can be very fun, too.

The foreman has got his hands in just about everything, I think he wants to look into some si-fi shit next but, that 's besides the full stop of my story. My boss is a very generous man, the money that he has loaned to out aspiring entrepreneurs over the years has funded some of the biggest corporate power household out there, and his loans always comes back with interest. I am the psyche of the loan counter and repossession side of the Boss'work. When a lone comes to my desk for investigation its my job to find out the electric current condition of any collateral that was offered and reclaim the time value of the lone. My"official"championship is individual investigator, and while technically truthful, I guess, it does n't do my job justice.

You know that one super massive tech company, yeah THAT tech company, chief put up most of the kickoff up on it, off the Christian Bible of course of instruction. That loan never had no job and is still paying off. Hes got an eye for those things my boss, but not every loan my boss has given go as cleanly as that one. Most people who take a loan fucking suck with money and can never payback the money the Boss gave them, but that 's where I come in, to get what is owed to the honcho, with interest.

But lets get to the good office. The job I enjoyed the most was out west. Some brilliant guy showed the Boss his"get rich well-fixed"design and the Bos decided to render him the loan. The amount was huge and the idiot put everything up as collateral, his house, his company, the designs of his plan, his family, ya know standard stuff everyone puts up as collateral.

Well the"get racy easy"architectural plan of this guy failed miserably and so I was sent his data and I got in touch with him regarding recovering the foreman assets. The sum of money I needed to pull in was n't even that bad after everything was calculated ; just all demesne owned by him and his immediate class, any car and commodity attached to his firm hold, a daughter and his life. Could give been a lot worse, all that would bump was his wife and 2 of his kids would be homeless with nil but the clothing on their vertebral column, one kid would attend"the society"and he would be absolutely, nothing big. Well the silent ass ran.

We like it when they run. Any disbursement gets added to the amount that they owe. That means the tabs of any bounty Hunter and computer specialist we hire to track them down was charged to the runner. All of this is with interest I might add, and any thing I want for myself is also add together because I can. I have n't looked at the going rate on bounty hunters lately but the good ones cost a lot. I almost feel bad for the families of the people who run, but I do n't. That 's the job.

Well this dumb ass, I 'm just going to call him muttonhead from now on, was"lovingly"married with three daughter, perfect for us, terrible for them. Miriam, his wife, was a exceedingly hot Milf in her mid 30 's, who only seemed to ingest that motherly shape in her tit and ass, even after giving parturition to 3 Kid. Men would vote down for a devotee with that form, women would defeat to have it. She had started dating Dumbass young, like material young. He was in university almost graduated and she was most definitely was not. An early drop out of high schoolhouse school, she had never worked a job in her life, excepting dunderhead to do that part for her. She was kinda stuck up over all but, to her welfare, she loved her family and would do anything for her girl, something I used from day one.

The sure-enough daughter was named Anabel. Definitely the sexiest of the entire family. Long legs, gorgeous face, good B cup dope, with her skinny ass she could have been working as a fashion model if she was n't so lazy. She realized early in life sentence that men would do anything for her and so long as she kept her cunt as an unobtainable swag for them to fight over, they would keep trying to woe her in more and more elaborate ways. After highschool 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 older baby. Any thing Anabel liked, Becky hated and vice versa. Becky worked very hard at everything she did and the research that we sent out all came back as her being a straight A student running for student counsel president. The only things that the sisters had in mutual were commanding attitudes and gravel figures. She did n't stimulate the potency to be a model like her sister, a little shorter and with a more full physique but, Becky was no push over in the looks section. That little extra volume she had on her bones only made the curves of her organic structure more fun to watch. She had an vigour around her that led others to listen to what she said, which led to a low bonus for us.

The survive daughter was the youngest. Callie was an endearing bookman who 's body fell some where between her two sisters but was no less of a catch. Her body was flabby in all the right wing places and tight where it counted. Her pectus was smaller then that of the female parent and Becky but, had already surpassed the eldest daughter by a cup size or two. Of all of them, only she seemed to be actually felicitous, perfectly happy to get praise and attending from those around her. She a young woman surrounded by strong women and a doting father, her family had done a swell 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-fixed slight abode, 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 place. Until the"caring"Fatherhood was caught by our men I would feature to stay close to his kinfolk, to make sure they did n't run. trough then, I was going to savour this experience to the good. All expenses paid vacation on lunkhead'dime, sin yeah !