The Chauffeur ( # 22 ) Tampa and Dallas

By : PABLO DIABLO

Copyright 2019

CHAPTER 1

As we got on the plane, I couldn't help but think about John and Diane. Is Jill, right ? Can I trust Diane ? What do Tina and Dakota think about Diane ? Too many doubtfulness roaming around in my brain.

I sat down and buckled myself in before take-off. Dakota sat next to me. Jill sat on one of the couches with Tina next to her.

As we propel down the runway, I ask Dakota her thoughts about John.

"He's trying really unvoiced to last up to your expectation. He wants to be a just dad. He wants to be someone that you can bet on. He sees himself as a untried you,"she says to me.

"What are your thoughts about Diane ?"I ask.

'' Oh boy, did she fuck up ! I think that she's probably learned her lesson, but there 's scads of your playgroup that does n't really hope her right now, including Tina, '' she says looking me directly in the eyes.

"And what about you ? Do you trust her ?"I ask.

"Don't need to. I won't let her ache you. I won't let anyone pain you and thus I don't really hope anyone other than Jill and Tina. That includes the three new subs. Oh, they're fun to play with, but that doesn't mean I have to swear them,"she explains.

I think about what she has just said. It made sentiency.

"pappa, Roger has me scheduled for firearm training next week. I thought you should eff that I'll be unavailable for three hours on Tues,"she says.

That Book of Revelation sort of took me by surprise. I know that she volunteered, but now to hear that my darling Dakota will be carrying a piece sort of unsettle me…. a bit.

"want to fuck another enigma, dad ?"She says seductively to me.

"Certainly, my dear,"I say to her.

"I have the contact information of the people we met at the pornography shop,"She says to me causing me to think ‘ yeah, that's what I need a fourth sub ’.

However, the idea of playing with their daughter and teaching the Dad and his sexy wife is kind of erotic.

The initiatory military officer announced that the telecasting feed has been fixed and that each seat can take in whatever movie they want to catch. Both Tina and Dakota pulled out a set of earbuds from their bag and plugged them in. Jill and I sat there looking at each other not knowing there was a need for us to consume earbuds. Jill said that hers was still on the nightstand by the bed.

I curled my index finger summoning Jill to descend over to me. She got up and took a duo of step and straddled my lap.

"Yes, pappa, you summoned ?"She said with a big beautiful grinning on her face.

She leaned down putting her sass on mine, kissing me passionately. Our mouths parted a bit to allow our tongues to entangle once again.

My hired hand were caressing her backbone causing some cooing from her. Well, it could accept been purring, but did that really count I thought to myself.

As I was caressing her back, she was flexing her thighs on my lap and grinding her crotch into my own with a bit of power. My cock was in an awkward view and was becoming uncomfortable growing in this eldritch position.

I tried shifting my weightiness from one face to the former, but it was to no avail. Jill finally figured out why I was shifting. She reached down and unsnapped my gasp and unzipped me, freeing my manhood from its confines.

Dakota glanced over, licked her lips and went back to watching her movie.

I guess Tina was feeling lonely and moved over to the other side of me, putting on the TV and plugging in her earbuds there. She selected the Lapp motion picture and hit fast forward making it overture to where she had left off in the former seat. She too licked her rim and went back to her TV.

I reached my branch underneath her thigh and lifted her up. I carried her over to the other couch where I set her on her back and began to remove her pants.

My own gasp fell to the trading floor of the cabin. I stepped out of them noting how difficult it is to ill-treat out of pants with your shoes still on your feet.

Once I had Jill's bloomers and pantie off, I gently put my hard shaft into my gorgeous wife. Thrusting in and out gently, Jill began to moan. I could experience her wetness growing exponentially with each thrust.

In and out repeatedly, we merged together. Jill was moaning. I was breathing hard. Our union was blissful as we never broke eye contact.

"candy kiss me you fool,"Jill directed.

I kissed her long and hard, never once taking my eyes off her.

We both came in just a few minutes before Jill laid her headland on my chest of drawers to gather herself before getting dressed.

Once we were both dressed, she took her original seat on the opposite couch with Tina moving back over adjacent to her.

As the maitre d' was announcing our descent into Dallas, Dakota's movie finished. She turned off the TV and put her earbuds away.

I was pretty indisputable that Tina's film had not finished, but she just turned it off as well and put her earbuds away.

When the wheels touched down a Rush ran through me. I always enjoyed the take-off and the landing of a plane.

When the woodworking plane came to a stop and the room access was opened, we all realized that no one had ordered a car. Both Tina and Dakota were dialing trying to get us a limousine asap.

Tina was the first one to be successful. She called Big mavin Cars. They promised to own a limo to us in lupus erythematosus than a half 60 minutes. We grabbed our luggage and decided to walk towards a building that appeared to be a terminal of some sort.

After about a 15-minute base on balls, Tina began complaining about her human foot hurting. In my head, I was thinking ‘ everyone's invertebrate foot are hurting ’. When we got inside, Jill had Tina call the limo companionship back and let them know where we were.

I sat myself down in the first seat and pulled Jill into the seat next to me. Dakota and Tina followed suit. Although they were late, the limousine car did register up by the door we came in by. We each dragged our luggage out to the car as the number one wood sat in the butt and chatted with somebody on the phone.

I knocked on the glass. He rolled it down and ask,"Yeah ?"

"Can you pop the body ?"

"Oh, you have luggage ?"he asked.

"No, I just need somewhere to salt away the deadened body,"I said straight-faced.

"Huh ?"

"Nevermind, just pop the trunk,"I said knowing that this guy is too unintelligent to get my joke.

I loaded all the baggage into the trunk as the driver went back to his phone conversation. The dame opened the rachis door and found the back to be rather warm.

Jill rapped on the seclusion filmdom. The number one wood slid the privacy screen down about two in say,"Yeah ?"

"Is the air not working ? It's awfully hot back here,"she said with sweat already forming on her face.

"Just call on it on. We keep it off until we have a customer,"he said as if it was a badge of honor.

Jill looked for the on-switch. Dakota found it and turned it on high. It took a couple of minutes, but finally, cool air was coming out of the vents…. poise air, not insensate air.

I asked the driver to take us to the Pinetree. He offered to take us anywhere else saying that the Pinetree is one of the worst in Dallas.

'' Does n't matter, please take me there anyway, '' I said to him.

He shrugged his shoulder joint and began to drive.

I noticed that he kept driving in a roofy. I used a tall building as a watershed and saw all four sides of it. Clearly, one of two things happened. Either he doesn't cognize where he is going or he's trying to drag out the ride to add superfluous time on to the trip.

We finally arrived at the Pinetree. He pressed a button and the tree trunk popped open. I got our luggage out and the noblewoman went inside.

I went over to the driver's window to sign the receipt. At the line for tip, I put $ 10.00 and totaled it. He looked at me and said,"Hey, you're required to put a 20 % tip,"

"NO, you're mistaken. A tip is the pick of the client not the way of the employee or didn't they teach you that in Chauffeur school ?"I asked as I walked away with my receipt.

I saw him scribble furiously on the receipt. I just knew in my chief that this slothful driver was changing the tip. I thought his most likely method acting was to run the denary one spot to the right making the tip $ 100 and not $ 10.

I had Dakota call the deferred payment card for me and handed her the receipt to let them know that we suspect that the device driver was changing the tip amount.

Jill was at the movement desk. She asked for two way. One with a King bed and the early with two twin beds. The front desk individual was apologizing and making alibi saying that the system is running incredibly slow due to some changes going on that the new CEO was demanding.

Jill smiled. I smiled. Dakota smiled. Tina smiled. The movement desk individual had no idea why we were smiling.

Finally, he said he was able to find up two rooms, however, they were on different floors. I asked if we wanted the advantageously rooms that they had what would the monetary value be and are they available.

He said that yes, they are useable, but they are a bit pricey at $ 450 a night. Without blinking I told him that I'll take both suite. He was surprised at my willingness to get hold of the two best rooms.

He got 4 plastic keycards ready and handed them to us. He directed us to the lift and told us that they would adopt us to the 12th story where our elbow room were located.

I noticed several thing. No luggage handcart, no bellboy, no concierge, no man, and both restaurants were closed. The planetary house on the eating house said that they close casual at 6:30pm. I thought to myself, 6:30 really ? In the midsection of dinnertime ?

I shrugged my shoulders and headed to the elevator. I did notice that there were 15 floor to this elevator. We stopped on the 12th floor and headed to our elbow room. Once inside, again we noticed that the rooms were warmly, not quite as warmly as the limo, but warm none the less. I took Jill by the paw and headed back to the elevator. We pushed the button for the fifteenth floor. When the lift opened, the hallway was cool, well lit, with one of the room door open. Jill and I walked in looking around. Nice, very gracious.

We looked at each former wondering why we were given two suite on the 12th trading floor when at least one of the rooms on the 15th floor was available.

I walked over to the other room access and all three of the former door opened. Each of the room was identical and they were all beautiful.

Jill and I just looked at each other. We decided to head down to see the front desk guy and inquire.

CHAPTER 2

When we arrived at the front end desk, I went directly to the same guy.

"Hey, I noticed that there are 15 floors to this hotel. Are there any rooms on the 15 floor ?"I asked.

"Um……. well, yes. But, they're not available to you. We save them for important Guest,"he responds.

"Really ? How do you determine ‘ important'guests ?"I asked with a hint of venom.

"Well, sir, you really birth to be individual to be able to give them. They go for $ 750 per night and clearly that is above your ability,"he says to me.

I see Jill getting really annoyed.

"Darling, will you marshal Dakota for me ?"I ask of her. She knew what I was thinking, but she went a different route.

"Sir, do you have a manager on tariff that I could mouth to ?"Jill asked.

"Ma'am, I AM the director. My epithet is Austin Barns,"he says smiling.

Jill reached into her pocket and pulled out one of her business cards.

"Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Jill,"she said to him sliding her byplay circuit board across the counter.

The manager looked at the card and swallowed heavily. I really thought I saw the blood leave his face.

"Um, Miss Jill. How may I facilitate you ?"He cautiously asks.

"Mr. b, whom do you cover to ?"She asked.

"Um, Randy Johnson. Our district handler,"he says hesitantly.

"And whom does Mr. Johnson report to ?"She asks.

"Spencer Tracy Coggins, our Regional arena Manager,"he says even more hesitantly.

"And whom does Mr. Coggins report to ?"She asked once again.

'' Um, Ma'am, Coggins is a she, not a he,"he says.

"OK then, whom does MISS Coggins news report to ?"She asks.

"I don't know. That's too far up the chemical chain of control,"he says to Jill.

"Please get one of them on the headphone for me. I would wish to speak to one of them right now,"Jill says with a completely lot of venom in her voice.

I decided that Jill had enough ire in her right now that I would just go sit down in the lobby and wait until she summoned me.

It took Mr. Barns about 15 minutes to contact someone. He was able to reach Tracy Coggins.

"howdy, this is Tracy, capital of Texas tells me that you would like to speak to me,"She says to Jill.

"Yeah, I certainly would like to speak with you. Are you close by to this hotel because I would like to utter to you face to confront rather than over the phone,"Jill tells her.

"Well, I'm about 20 minutes away, can this wait until tomorrow ?"She asks Jill.

"Um, no not really. Please come here. I'll expect to see you in about a half an hour,"she said before hanging up.

"Thank you, Mr. Barns. She'll be here shortly,"Jill said.

She came over and sat down with me in the lobby. I texted Dakota to bring me a couple of my business lineup down to me. She texted back that she was on the way.

Dakota showed up in about 4 minutes. She handed me three bill of fare. I asked her if she would like to see a furious Jill ? Dakota's eyes grew big and said,"Hell Yeah !"Dakota texted Tina to make out to the lobby to keep an eye on a great show.

About 5 or 6 minutes later Tina appeared. Dakota was seated in a straight back chair, Tina took the other one. Jill and I sat on one of the three couches that they had.

About 45 bit from the prison term Jill hung up, a short stubby adult female with absolutely no fashion sentiency walked in and went straight to Mr. barn, who pointed at us in the lobby.

"how-do-you-do, I'm Spencer Tracy Coggins. I understand your Jill something or early,"she says very nonchalantly.

"Ms. Coggins, I'm not Jill something or other. I'm Jill Henry Graham Greene, COO of Jaxson Inc."she says.

"It's fille Coggins,"she says completely missing the point of Jill's statement.

"MISS Coggins, would you like to speak here in the foyer or somewhere Sir Thomas More private ?"Jill asked.

"Here is okay. What is it that I may I do for you since you ‘ summoned'me,"she said.

"Resign,"Jill said.

"What, you can't ask me to do that. Who do you suppose you are ?"miss Coggins retorted.

"Actually, I can. I am the tribal chief Operating Officer of Jaxson Inc. You know, the company that owns The Pinetree. The President of this companionship reports to me. I'm about 10 layer over your straits,"Jill said now being really annoyed.

Miss Coggins put her hired man on her hips taking a defensive posture telling Jill,"It really doesn't matter who you think you are. Anyone can say they are somebody important. What proof do you induce ? You show up here with your fellow and your two Thomas Kyd, hell, anyone can do that,"She says clearly ticked off.

"No, you're right. St. David, pass on MISS Coggins your clientele card,"Jill says to me.

I hand her my card. She looks at it and rolls her eyes.

Dakota is furiously looking up the President of the Pinetree's phone number. She dials it on my phone and hands the earpiece back to me.

"hello, this is Roy Miller. Whom is calling ?"He says.

'' Hello, Mr. Miller. This is David Greene, I'm the CEO of Jaxson Inc. Do you give birth a second to talk ?"I ask.

"For you, certainly,"he says. Clearly, he has no idea about what's coming.

"Mr. Alton Glenn Miller, my wife and I, you know my wife the COO of Jaxson Inc. are sitting here in one of the Pinetree hotels in Dallas and we don't feel that thing are up to par here,"I say.

"How far away are you from Dallas ?"I ask.

"Not far at all. I live in Houston. Why do you ask ?"He inquires.

"I would like to meet you for breakfast tomorrow first light, say 10am. Can you find metre for us to meet here at this special Pinetree ?"I ask.

"Certainly Sir. Is 10 OK with you or would you prefer earlier ?"He asks.

"NO, 10 is just mulct. I have a MISS Tracy Coggins here. I'm just guessing that you would wish to talk to her and inquire why I'm calling you at house at this hr. Thank you for your meter and we will see you at 10am,"I say to Mr. Alton Glenn Miller before handing my sound to Miss Coggins.

Dakota and Tina are smiling from ear to ear. Jill, on the other hand, is just fuming. She really wants to get into it with missy Coggins.

I lean over and kiss her saying in her ear,"Gawd, you look so beautiful when you are pissed off,"kissing her again before she playfully pushes me back.

I tell Dakota to let the plane crew know that there has been another modification of programme. We will be staying at to the lowest degree one more than day and for them to either use a Pinetree to stay the night or piece a hotel of their choosing and we will recoup them, also to lease a car and expend some time tomorrow sightseeing as we won't be leaving until at to the lowest degree 6pm at the earliest.

She makes the call and gives them the information. They send along their thanks.

misfire Coggins had walked away from us while speaking with Mr. Miller. She returned and handed the phone back to me thanking me for using my phone. She said that she would see us in the morning with Mr. Miller.

She turned around and headed outside to her car.

The four of us headed back upstairs to our rooms on the 12th floor. Jill was still seething about being told that we're not enough somebodies to take the rooms on the 15th floor. She even suggested just going up to the rooms, since they were unbarred, but I walked her back from the shelf of bad choices.

With Jill in presence of me, I felt a hand squeeze my ass. I glanced at Tina first, but both of her men were in her pockets.

Tina was smiling when I looked at her. The elevator toll dinged. I asked if everyone was tired. Tina said she was and wanted to admit a hot exhibitioner and head to bed.

Dakota, on the former helping hand, was set up to go. She clearly was horny. Jill was not in the mode still being ticked off about the unhurt thing with Barns first then Coggins.

Jill told me to go play with Dakota as she would take Dakota's bed and get some sleep while I could detain up and play with our little Dakota. Dakota smiled from ear to ear, her beautiful smiling.

CHAPTER 3

Jill grabbed her wander suitcase and headed down to Tina's elbow room. Dakota was naked before Jill left the room.

I am always amazed by how nonchalant Jill is when it comes to Dakota. She never seems to roll her eyes, have a cross watchword to say, or even question Dakota's actions.

She just lets it encounter and goes on about her way. Someday, I'll flesh her out, just not today.

Dakota scurries over to me and begins to unbuckle my bloomers. She's got them off me lightning flying. She leans down and takes my entire prick into her wet, wanton mouth. Her tongue licks the underside from top to bottom. She swirls her glossa around the psyche of my rooster causing me pleasure. I feel her entire mouth wrap around the shaft of my manhood.

I feel her soft gruntle hands playing with my clod as she sucks on my severe shaft. She gently squeezes one, then the other. I feel her other paw gently caressing my thigh, up and down her hand goes.

I put my hand on each of her ears and get down to make love her mouth. I push a bit deeper hearing her gag as my cock reaches the dorsum of her pharynx. She lets a moan escape cock her while I am thrusting in and out of her mouth.

For whatever reason, that sound makes me finger even hornier if that is even possible.

I continue to get laid her mouth.

She gently squeezes my balls a bit tighter, causing me to earn that my impending coming isn't all that far off.

"darling, if you keep doing that Daddy is going to cum for you,"I say to her.

"MMMMMMM,"is all I hear from her.

I feel that all-important twinge from my body as an orgasm is truehearted approaching.

"sister, I'm about to cum,"I say to her.

She doesn't respond except to give suck even harder.

I explode into her oral fissure. I feel rope after rophy shoot into her throat. She swallows every drop of my man succus. She is moaning the entire time that I'm cumming.

As I finish, I slowly withdraw my deflating cock from her mouth.

I kiss her. She is so willing, so take over, so beautiful.

After I stand her up, I begin to take the air her over to the bed. I lift her up and stick her on top of the screening. I climb into the bed with her. I whisper in her ear,"You know that Daddy loves you."She just smiling and kisses me.

"daddy, will you just hold me ?"She says to me with her nub in her eyes.

"pet, for you, I'll do almost anything you want,"I say quietly to her.

She pushes her posterior into me and takes my compensate arm and puts it around her physical structure snuggling into me as tightly as she can get.

Oddly enough, I hear deep breathing only second later as I realize that she is sound asleep in my arms.

As I lay there with Dakota soundly sleeping in my weapons system, my brain goes to tomorrow's scheduled events.

At some point, I fall asleep.

Thankfully, in the morning, Jill gently wakes me as the alarm was never set. I look at the clock and it reads 8:01am.

Jill shakes Dakota awake. Dakota had not moved all night.

Dakota got up and kissed me, then kissed Jill before heading off to the lavatory to shower.

Jill climbed into bed with me, even though she was fully clothed and put her blazonry around me, pulling me squiffy into her. She kissed me. I noted that her hint was minty fresh, making me acutely aware of my own ‘ morning breath ’. She kissed me anyways.

We just laid in each early's arms until we heard the shower turn off. It was only a couple of minutes before a naked Dakota emerged from the bathroom.

Jill unwrapped herself from around me and pushed me to get up and get showered as we have a 10am meeting and she would like to sample their breakfast before the meeting.

I got up and headed into the shower bath. Of course of study, once again, not having someone in the rain shower with me allowed me to quickly shower, shampoo, and generally clean myself.

Once I was done, I quickly dried myself and headed out to the bedroom. Jill was alone with Dakota nowhere to be seen.

"Where's Dakota ?"I asked.

She put her clothes from last dark back on and headed down to her room to get fresh new clothes.

I kissed Jill telling her how much I love her. She said the Saami thing back to me.

After dressing, we gathered our poppycock and headed down to the missy's room.

Jill knocked and Tina opened the doorway. We could see Dakota in the background putting on some makeup.

"You two about make to go ?"Jill asked.

"All ready,"Tina replied picking up her purse.

Dakota scrambled over to the room access picking up her purse as well.

The four of us went to the elevator. My mind was a mile away thinking about that limo ride and how atrocious it was yesterday.

I ran through the checklist of matter in my straits : driver lazy, check ; no assist with luggage, stop ; aim in a traffic circle, check ; wasn't felicitous with tip, check ; no AC on, check.

I looked at my phone and realized that I had missed a margin call from AMEX. The lift reached the bottom floor and we all headed to get breakfast. However, neither restaurant was opened, even though the sign clearly said that they opened at 5am. Jill was not pissed off once again.

Dakota was looking up breakfast places within walking distance. She came across a Hardee's about a block away. We all headed out the front door and down towards Hardee's. The walk was short circuit, maybe about 3 or 4 minute as the restaurant was side by side door.

We all went inside and ordered. We had a delightful repast, the start matter that had gone right since we landed. We ate, we laughed, we enjoyed each other's company which we needed.

When we finished, we gathered our methamphetamine hydrochloride and put it in the garbage can before heading out to go back to the hotel.

Jill pointed out that it was a bit past 9:30. As we were walking back, a dark Towncar pulled into the hotel. A man in a black tux got out and held the door for a suddenly stout man who was dressed in a mulct suit.

I said to Jill,"I bet that's our guy,"smiling at her. She agreed and smiled back.

Dakota reached into her handbag and handed me a couple more of my byplay cards. She asked if she should maneuver back up to the room and get her assistant's notebook computer. I thought that it would be prudent and directed her to do so.

When we all entered the hotel, Tina and Dakota headed to the elevators and Jill and I approached the forepart desk.

"good Morning Sir, may I help you ?"The college-aged guy behind the return asked.

"good Morning, I'm here to see a Mr. Roy Miller, is he here yet ?"I ask.

As I had anticipated, the stout man with the nice suit of clothes stepped forward and introduced himself. We shook hired hand and I asked if there was somewhere to go to feature a private conversation. He invited Jill and me behind the counter to their office.

I told the front line desk guy that our two assistants would be down here shortly and to head them to where we were going to be.

Mr. Miller took us to a back office.

"Mr. Greene, Ms. Coggins will be here shortly,"He started with.

"Um, as she put it to us in no uncertain terminal figure, she wants to be called missy,"I started.

He seemed puzzled.

"Mr. Miller, what have you been told about the consequence that occurred here yesterday ?"I asked.

"Well, I was told that you and your girl and your two daughter all came down yelling and screaming about how you were being overcharged and wanted the money back."He told us.

"Um, well about the lone thing that you have right so far was that we were here and we did address to someone at your front desk. Other than that, you don't have a single thing correct."I replied.

Just then, Dakota and Tina were led to this office.

"Mr. miller, this gorgeous lady is not my girlfriend, she's my wife. She also happens to be the COO of Jaxson Inc. The two daughters you referred to are these two ladies, our helper. Yesterday, we were told by your ‘ manager'that we were not decent somebody to take two rooms on the top trading floor. That they were only reserved for the great unwashed who are ‘ somebodies'and that we certainly didn't qualify."I began telling him.

"Our manager said that all you did was cry and scream at him and demanded that he forebode misfire Coggins,"he went on to say.

"Mr. Miller, the entire figurehead desk is under television camera and microphone is it not ?"I asked knowing the result before I even asked the question.

'' well, of course, it is, '' he said.

"Then let's overstretch up the tape and take a look,"I suggested.

Mr. milling machine moved over to a figurer and began typing. He scratched his head saying,"That's odd,"before typing again.

All four of us began to mistrust something was afoul in the system.

"Huh, that is really odd,"he says again.

"What's the subject ?"I ask.

"well, the camera and mike seem to be working and then it just stops about an hour before you say you arrived. There's nix from the point of it stopping to well….now,"Miller tells us.

Dakota has our IT guru Rob Smith already dialing on her phone.

"how-do-you-do, this is Rob,"he answers.

"Hi Rob, this is St. David Greene. I need to ask a favor. Can you please log into the Pinetree ? I'm at location 69301."I ask.

"Sure, Sir. break me a minute,"he says.

I hear keyboard clicking.

"OK, I'm in. what are you looking for ?"he asks.

"Their security camera seems to be not working properly. It seems to have shut off sometime yesterday,"I say to him.

"Um, ok I see the issue. Someone went back and erased what was recorded and turned the whole organisation off,"he tells us as I have him on speaker sound so Mr. Miller can take heed the conversation.

Mr. Miller asks, `` Does it tell you who accessed the system ?"

"Of course of action, a T. Coggins net Night about 10:15pm. However, she apparently doesn't know that every 15 minutes our organisation is designed to dump into the master waiter here in New York. If you can hold on for a couple of arcminute, I can bushel the missing picture and turn the system of rules back on,"Rob says to us.

"Absolutely, take your clip Rob,"I say to him.

I hear computer keys furiously typing and in just a couple of minutes the video is restored, and the system is turned back on.

"Rob, is there a way to eliminate anyone under the level of Senior vice prexy from ever turning the security measures off ?"I ask.

"Definitely. Is that what you would like me to do ?"he asks.

'' Yes, Rob. Please make sure as shooting that everyone in every hotel is secure. I do n't want anyone to work the surety scheme off even by mistake, '' I tell him.

He tells us that it will take a pair of hours, but he'll get right on it and it will be done before midnight tonight.

I thank him for his heavily employment and end the call.

"Mr. Miller let's watch the video and heed to the conversation,"I say to him, with a bit of a smile.

We all watch the video recording and listen to the conversation.

Mr. Alton Glenn Miller is shocked. He gets up and excuses himself from the office. We all know what's about to happen.

People are going to get fired.

It was nearly 45 minutes before Mr. Miller came back to the office. We had all been chatting and talking while he was away.

In that time, Tina looked up the turn to Big Star Cars for me to call next.

Mr. Henry Valentine Miller apologizes for the bad way that we've been treated. Jill had spent some fourth dimension this sunrise looking up this Pinetree's financials. They were bad and now we knew why.

"Mr. Miller, can we remove a walk around and discuss some things that I have noted ?"I ask.

"Certainly, Sir,"he replies.

"Let me start by saying that you never asked for any kind of ID before you took us behind your riposte. That concerns me."I tell him.

I hired hand him my business identity card and Jill does the same with her card. He looks them over and puts them inside his cap pocket.

"Let's adopt a walk of life, shall we ?"

We all get up and head back out to the front desk.

Once there, I inquire why there is no restaurant open. He doesn't have an answer. I point to the operating minute house telling us that they should indeed be open. He pulls out a note pad and begins scribbling down things.

I point out that they shouldn't be holding any elbow room ‘ just in case ’. It's a beginning come, first swear out basis and that only a reservation would supersede a walk-in. I suggest to him that no one should ever judge anyone's appearing because the richest people we know bust some of the crappiest clothes. Just because they have money doesn't mean that they will always assume designer fashions.

In accession, I ask why are there no luggage handcart nor any bellboy nor a concierge. Where did they all go ?

I flipped the certification for a rampart mounted attack extinguisher over to show it was 2 years out of date.

Mr. Miller never said a word, he just kept scribbling into his notepad.

I suggested to him that he and his elderly managers need to drop Thomas More metre arriving at various Pinetree locations and less metre in the council chamber. I told him that if he was to make a reservation, everything would be sodding. However, if he just starts showing up unheralded, he would get what our customers would be seeing.

Mr. Miller promised to set forth following much stuffy and will instruct his senior managers to do the same.

I asked him if he preferred staying in Samuel Houston or moving to New Orleans. He looked puzzled and asked why.

I let him have it away that we are beginning to consolidate all our territory offices to multiple ace locations with all of our brands under one single roof. I let him lie with that we are looking at a building in New Orleans, one in Waco, and one in Houston, but we haven't made any decisions.

He replied that he will go wherever I direct. I assured him that I really would like some feedback. He said that if I were to go down to Houston, he would be glad to show me around and why it would be a big choice. I told him we'll take him up on the pass another time.

Offering him a firearm of advice from my own eating house days, I suggested that he spring up a checklist for his managers to appear for when they go to a Pinetree location. I also asked that I get copied their rating for the next 6 month. He agreed.

I shook his hand and we left him.

Now it was clip to head to the territory office for the Dallas group of the restaurant group.

We decided to entrust our hooey in the way and just demand a taxi to the district business office of the restaurant group.

CHAPTER 4

Since we didn't want to call Big Star Cars again, we took a hack. The ride price us about $ 75, I gave him $ 100 and told him to keep it.

We walked into the dominion business office of our restaurant mathematical group. The place was buzzing, yet no one greeted us. We could throw easily just walked through the office gaining access to proprietary information and yet no one seemed to fuck, or care.

Finally, a Whitney Moore Young Jr. ma'am approached us asking if we were the new interns.

Tina and Jill laughed out loud. The offspring peeress seemed unsure what was funny.

Dakota reached into her helper 's book and handed the young lady my business card. The youth peeress looked at it and asked, `` I 'm sorry, should I know you ? ``

"Um, yes. Who is the highest-ranking person here, right now ?"I asked.

"Um, Mr. Edward Kendall. But he's on the phone,"she says.

"When he's done on the sound, could I please give birth a word with him ?"I ask.

The young dame walks away over to a desk that has an older man with a whiteness beard and white hair clearly on the earpiece. When she hands him my card, he says something into the speech sound and hangs up and scramble towards us.

"Mr. Greene, I apologize for your delay. I understand from Marci that you wanted to see me ?"

"Mr. Edward Kendall, out of curiosity, what is your location here ?"I ask.

"I'm one of the territorial dominion managers. I wasn't aware you were coming ; did I miss an e-mail ?"he asks.

"No, no email. I just decided to dismiss in on my way to Tampa. I needed to address some things with our Pinetree group here in Dallas and thought I might turn to some of the issues that our Dallas team seems to be having in our eating place part as well,"I tell him.

"Yes, sir. What can I do for you ?"

"fountainhead, to start with, don't you have a receptionist ?"I ask.

"Um, no. We lost Mindy last workweek and we haven't had clock time to replace her,"he tells me.

"Did anyone post an ad either through Indeed.com or with the local job board ?"

"I don't really know,"he says.

"Well, could you delight withdraw that on or have one of the early managers here do that. You really postulate a receptionist. I could bear walked to the back of this bureau and had access to proprietorship info. We need some security here to protect everyone. I'm going to have our music director of Security, Roger President Lyndon Johnson get in-touch with you in the next day or two. He'll be helping you institute a way to serve ensure everyone's safety,"I say to him.

Mr. Kendall turns around and snaffle a bit of copy paper and begins taking notes.

"Let's get down to job,"I say to him.

"Yes, sir,"he replies.

"How many district managers are here right now ?"I ask.

"Six"

'' That is here, in this edifice right now ? '' I ask.

"Yes, sir,"he says.

"Can we get an role and I would like to verbalize to all the district handler,"I tell him.

"Um, sure. Let me see if any of the group discussion way are available,"he says back to me.

I turn and look at Jill. She shrugs her shoulders.

Mr. Edward Kendall walks off checking various rooms choosing one. He then goes to several people, presumably the district handler each of whom head towards that conference room that he had selected.

Finally, he came back to get the four of us, escorting us to the league room.

We go in and see everyone sitting with one chair still needed for all of us to sit down. Mr. Kendall steps out to the main office and gets a chair.

"howdy everyone, I'm Saint David Henry Graham Greene, CEO of Jaxson Inc. This is my married woman, Jill and she's the COO of Jaxson Inc. These two lovely madam are our assistants,"I say introducing ourselves to everyone.

I explain why I'm here asking for reasoning why the entire Dallas market has made a dramatic drop in virtually every measurement we have.

Almost in unison, they reply ‘ roadwork ’. One of the more youthful dominion managers gave me a protracted account about how the City of Dallas and the State of Texas were undergoing this monumental multi-billion-dollar base renovation and the whole undertaking seems to get down and hinge on roadwork.

While his explanation seemed heartfelt and truthful, no one had any reply for my follow-up question.

"Then delight tell me why chili con carne's, Olea europaea Garden, Red Lobster, and even longhorn's steakhouse are all showing double-digit growth, while we show matt to negative maturation,"I put on the table.

The room was silent.

"Don't you ever look at your contest ? snake pit, I live in Los Angeles and knew this while you live right here in Dallas and none of you seem to bang. We all have the same approach to data on the internet. We all have approach to our own financials, albeit I have a bit to a greater extent access than you, but none the less, all of you can see that this market is way underperforming versus other market place in the country. Every market……let me say that again……every market has their own set of challenges that they must overcome. However, from my vantage stop, everyone in this room has decided that it is well-to-do to come up up with a systematisation on why thing can't be done, rather than finding out what your competition is doing and why their sales are going up and ours are not,"I tell them.

Still, the elbow room was silent.

"Can anyone assure me their plan of fixing this consequence ?"I ask being straightforward, hoping that one or all of them would commit to a plan of action.

The young man who gave me the excuse about roadwork begins.

"Mr. Greene, you are absolutely even up. I should sustain been more diligent in looking at our internal counterparts, such as the ones you just mentioned. I apologize for not keeping up what was expected of me. If I may, I would care to keep you posted weekly how my district is doing. I suspect that you will be keeping an eye on us for a while, and I want to assure you that I am cognizant of this and would like to retain my job by doing it better,"he says to me.

'' Look, everyone, delight do n't call up that I 'm here to let anyone go. Instead, I wanted to clear you aware that I see issues with this market and am asking for your loyalty to correcting the outcome,"I say trying to repulse home my point, but not have the decide separately or together to just quit.

I see nods of espousal around the room except for just one guy.

He begins,"Sure, all you incarnate guys always blame the hardworking Guy. You have no idea about how to run a eating place, hell, you probably go golfing and play tennis with your rich buddies and then figure you'll stop in and kick us around a bit before you head to your racing yacht,"he says in an furious voice.

"Dakota, do I even own a lawn tennis racket, a set of golf clubs, or a sauceboat of any variety ?"I ask her in front of everyone.

"No sir, you don't,"she says meekly.

"Jill, before I took over as CEO of Jaxson Inc. what was my profession for nearly 20 years ?"Asking again in battlefront of everyone.

"Managing eatery,"she replied.

The room was unsounded once again. The guy who challenged me, now sat looking down at his script on the table.

"Fuck this, I quit,"he says taking his restaurant keys off of a key ring and tossing them onto the board and storming out.

I direct Mr. Edward Calvin Kendall to ensure that he goes straight out the threshold and does not stop to chat with anyone. If he puts up a bicker, dial 911 and have the police force escort him out.

Still, no one is talking. However, seeing their eyes get larger when I spoke about the Dallas constabulary handling the billet made everyone self-aware of their situation.

Mr. Kendall left the room. Tina watched him through the panelling of glass on the door.

I ask the room,"Who would be a good candidate to exchange that gentleman ?"

Everyone looks around at one another before a middle-aged guy says,"Donna Burger,"very hesitantly.

"Is she here, now ?"

"Yes sir, she is. Would you like me to go get her ?"he asks.

"Absolutely !"

I whisper into Tina's ear asking what is happening. She says that Kendall is doing what was asked of him.

It takes a match of minutes, but both Mr. Edward Kendall and the early territory coach return along with Donna Burger.

"Hello, it's nice to meet you. You're Donna Warren Earl Burger ?"I ask.

"Yes sir, I am. How may I help you ?"She says very hesitantly.

"Accept a promotion,"I say smiling.

She doesn't know if I'm for real number or just pulling her leg.

All the other district managers assure her that this is legitimate.

"Ms. Warren Burger, I would like to promote you to the locating of district manager. You will take over the district of ? fountainhead, I don't make out his name, but he just quit,"I say.

"What ? Don McKenzie just discontinue ?"she says as if she didn't just watch him walk out the door with Mr. Kendall locking it behind him.

"The room seems to think that you are ready to take responsibility for the job as a district manager. What do you remember ? '' I ask.

"hell YEAH !"she exclaims.

"Now that's a TX gal,"I say which gets the room laughing and congratulating her.

Mr. Kendall picks up the keys off the tabular array and hands them to her.

Jill walks around me and gives Ms. beefburger a congratulatory hug. I see Jill handing her card to Ms. Burger telling her to send her updates weekly on her district. She agrees.

I thank everyone for their prison term and tour to leave. However, before I do, I ask Mr. Kendal about the other group discussion rooms. Why didn't we use one of them ? He responded that they were all filled with file cabinet corner stacked floor to the cap since they did n't have any storage space.

I offered,"Then why don't we scan all those Indian file into our system of rules, upload them to the main host in New York and then destroy the massive amount of paperwork that we have ?"

Everyone seems stunned.

"Didn't you know that was an available option ?"I ask even though I knew if they were aware of it, most likely it would have been put into play already. But, then again, maybe not.

"Aren't you expecting some new intern ? Sounds like a perfect job for new interns, what does everyone retrieve ?"I ask the room.

Everyone nods their head in agreement.

I thank everyone for their meter and turn to allow for, but not before getting a hug from Ms. Burger.

The four of us head out. Mr. Kendall walks with us.

"Mr. Edward Calvin Kendall, is there a dependable limo company here in Dallas ?"I ask.

"Well, Big principal railroad car is considered to be the skillful,"He says causing me to chuckle.

"volition you call them for us ? We need to go back to the Pinetree gang and then to the airport,"I say to him.

He stops at a desk and looks at his cadre speech sound and dials a number on the telephone set on that desk.

When he hangs up, he tells me that they will be here in 15 bit. Jill laughs, Dakota laughs, Tina laughs. Clearly, Mr. Kendall doesn't get the joke.

CHAPTER 5

When the limousine arrives, a nicely dressed college-aged cleaning lady gets out, holds the door open for us. We all are impressed with the 100 % difference between this chauffeur and our last one.

The car is cool down. The car is spotless. The lady confirms that we want to head back to the Pinetree, confirming the savoir-faire of which Pinetree we are staying at. Then confirming that we wish to head to the DFW airport.

I ask her how hanker she has been a chauffeur.

"About a yr now,"she replies.

"Do you like the job ?"I ask.

'' Yeah, it 's fun. Every day is different. You get to run into new people. You get to use your knowledge of the arena to debar with child traffic association as no one wants to sit in traffic,"she says to us.

Jill, Dakota, and Tina are all smiling. They suspect my inquiring will lead to something.

"What happened to the new man we had the early day ? I think his name was Darryl, but I may be mistaken"I ask.

"Oh, you're not mistaken. He was the manager's nephew. He was let go for costing the company an entire menu for changing the tip on someone's slipperiness and when he turned it in American limited kicked the chargeback and thus voiding the entire dealing. This gave the owner no recourse but to fire him and the manager,"she explained.

Jill was already dialing Bob Jaxson to enjoin him to investigate buying Big Star Cars in Dallas as a potential acquisition.

I asked for her name.

"It's Dalilah. Why do you ask, sir ?"

"Just curious. secern me, what's the best tip you've ever received ?"I ask seeing Dakota smiling.

"wellspring, once I got a unhurt $ 100 tip. That made my day as I was worried about how to pay the split with my boyfriend breaking up and moving out on me in the first place that day, '' she tells us. Now, Dakota is almost laughing at how people just seem to tell me more than I asked for.

"How long ago was that ?"I ask.

"Two week ago,"she says.

"Let me get this right, you've been working here for nearly a class and the proficient tip you ever received in that year happened two weeks ago ?"I ask completely shocked. By now, Jill is off the phone and raises an brow to her situation.

'' Yes, sir. Here we are at the Pinetree. Do you want me to expect or issue forth back when you 're ready to go to DFW ?"she asks.

"If you don't mind, just park the car here and wait. We shouldn't be too long. There is a Hardee's that's succeeding door if you're hungry, they are pretty trade good, we ate there this morning,"I tell her.

"Sorry sir, I didn't bring any money with me. I was running late and didn't want to put any strain on anyone for not showing up when I was supposed to. I just forgot and left my money on my vanity,"she says to us.

I reach into my pouch pulling out a couple of hundreds but then think about her trying to parliamentary law $ 5 worth of food and paying with a $ 100. It would produce more consequence than there needs to be.

I decide to go inside and get change.

Dalilah holds a doorway open for all of us to pass away the limo. As we head into the Pinetree, Mr. Miller is still chatting with the front end desk staff.

I approach the front desk.

"Can I get 5 twenties for this $ 100 ?"I ask.

The young lady looks back at Mr. Miller, he nods, and she takes the bill from me and takings with 5 $ 20 bills.

I thank her and head back out to the parking lot scanning for the limo. When I see it, I walk over to the car. Dalilah gets out and asks if there is anything wrong.

"No, nothing is damage. I just forgot to commit you a tip, for that I'm sorry,"I say to her.

I have money all folded up. I take her easygoing mitt and put the money in her palm.

Her eyes grow big. She takes the money and counts it.

"Um, sir, you gave me way too much money,"she says.

"How much did I have you ?"I ask knowing full moon well how much I gave her.

She counts through it again."There is 4 $ 100 pecker and 5 $ 20 bills…. Oh, my gawd, there's Phoebe HUNDRED dollar mark HERE ! She squeals with excitement.

"Oh, you're properly I didn't leave the right amount,"her face drops thinking that I'm going to take some of it back.

I reach into my bloomers scoop and pull out two more $ 100 banker's bill and put them in her hand.

'' There, now it is even up, '' I say spinning on my heels and walking away.

She is speechless.

I stop and turn to her saying,"Go have a bite to eat at Hardee's. We'll be about 45 hour, so, go…eat !"

She hits the lock button on the key fob and runs over to me giving me a huge hug.

I smile, thank her for a job well done and head back inside the hotel.

All the ma'am are up the stairs packing material. I head up as well. When I open the door to the room, Jill is packing frantically.

"How does it all fit when we arrive, but when it's time to bequeath the darn suitcase doesn't want to shut down,"she says in a frustrated tone.

I shrug my shoulder joint. I don't remember doing it, but my grip are already packed. I look to Jill with a rum locution."Dakota took care of you, I wish she would consume had Tina do the Lapplander for me,"Jill says sounding more frustrated.

I offer to help, but she declines.

I head over to the girl's elbow room. I put my key in the lock chamber and hear the door click unlock. I just walk in to find Tina face down into Dakota's confection pussy.

"May I join in or is this a private party ?"I ask rhetorically.

Dakota summons me over to the bed with just her index finger.

Without even realizing it, Jill had followed me into the room.

"Do you listen if I take Tina ? I can use her aid,"Jill says to no one in particular.

Tina gets up, wipes her face and follows Jill out of the room leaving Dakota and me to our own debauchery.

It only takes me a moment to shed my wearing apparel. I put my face right where Tina's was moments ago.

I kiss and nybble on her clit, figuring that Tina had already warmed her up. Dakota was moaning almost instantly. I just kept nibbling. When I put my lips around her minuscule bulge out nub and sucked hard, she let out a yelp, playfully slapping the top of my head, giggling as she did that.

I went back to licking and sucking her woman. I lick her folds. I thrust my tongue into her wetness. She is moaning crazy loud.

"ass me, Daddy !"She exclaims.

I move up so that my midriff is even with hers. She reaches down between us grasping my strong cock and putting it inside her. I begin to thrust slowly and gently.

"Daddy, this is overnice, but I want you to FUCK me,"she emphasizes the word Fuck.

I begin to increase my pace on thrusts quickly. My little lithe devotee is moaning loudly as I feel her sex spraying my thighs with her woman juice.

Over and over I thrust, my speed is approaching Sasha-mode.

Dakota climaxes,"OH GAWD DADDY. I LOVE YOU SO a lot. SO, SO MUCH !"she says with her eyes glazing over

I keep thrusting into her. She holds her ramification pulling her knees up to her side. I begin to really thrust hard into her, not just fast, but hard as well. I wince a piffling when one of my balls gets squished on her pelvic pearl on a thrust into her.

I keep pounding her piffling odoriferous pussy with all the force I have, making her reaching another orgasm.

"OH papa, I LOVE YOU. YOU TAKE SUCH trade good care OF YOUR LITTLE GIRL !"she tells me as her second immense orgasm cast through her youth body.

I feel that familiar twinge telling me that I'm about to burst forth into her.

"Daddy's going to cum for you now,"I say to her.

With that, I explode into her. I shoot rope after rope into her already wet wanton pussy. She is moaning loudly as I declare my love for her once again.

I hear the doorway unlock, Tina base on balls in and begins giggling.

"You know, you two can be heard down the hall all the way to your way,"Tina announces.

Something about giggling when you're in the middle of sex, it's a bit distracting.

As I begin to return to normalcy, Dakota is staring into my eyes.

"Thank you, pappa. You always lead such good concern of me,"she says in a heartfelt manner. I kiss her passionately. I stroke her hair which causes her to purr a bit.

Tina comes to the bed and playfully slaps my ass impudence. She giggles and manner of walking away.

The earpiece on the nightstand hoop. Dakota answers it. Jill is wondering when I'll be done so we can head to the airport. Dakota tells her that I'm dressing right now and will be down to her in just a couple of minutes.

I hop out of bed and dress as fast as I can, kissing both Dakota and Tina before heading down to Jill.

I powerwalk down to Jill, who is sitting patiently waiting for me. She just smiles, candy kiss me and catch her luggage. I do a quick pass thru and control we haven't blank out anything.

I text the young lady that we are heading to the elevators.

They meet us at the lift, and we all ride down together, not the same drive that I just got from Dakota, but a ride none the less.

Jill goes to check out and discovers that Mr. moth miller has taken tending of our bill. She tells the person behind the counter to thank him for us.

We abuse exterior and just bit later Dalilah pulls the limo up for us. She pops the trunk taking our suitcases and opens the back door for us to get in. I think to myself that this is what was supposed to happen yesterday.

I see the clock on my cell headphone says 5:59pm. I figure that the plane will be fix for takeoff.

Dakota tells Dalilah that we have a private plane and that we are not flying commercial. She thanks Dakota for giving her that info and headspring down the road towards the private office of the airport.

"Dalilah, differentiate me, what did you do before you became a chauffeur ?"I ask.

"I was a heart schoolhouse teacher. side and typography. I left because the hours were getting longer, the students were getting meaner, no parent ever believed that their tike could have made a mistake, and well, they were discussing increased class sizing. I already had 40 students, how many more do they recall one teacher could treat ?"She says sounding defeated.

"Have you ever thought about being a teacher to different pupil ?"I ask.

"You mean like high schoolers or simple school ?"

"No, I mean in the common soldier sector. Like a facilitator for a tummy. Many of the large companies are always looking for qualified instructors to aid train new multitude, to tramp out new programs, to avail facilitate open dialogue amongst different section, things like that,"I say to her.

"WOW, I had never even considered that,"she says to me.

Dakota already knowing where I was heading with this conversation, reached through the hollow where the concealment window would reside if it were up. She tapped Dalilah on the shoulder handing her my card.

I told her to email me her sketch. Who knows, we might deliver a position for her in our company. Jill is smiling and just shaking her head.

When we arrive at the airfield, Dakota points out our plane. Dalilah puts the limousine future to the stairs of the plane. We all get out. Everyone takes their luggage and heads up the stairs. I hired hand Dalilah another three $ 100 bills thanking her for her hard work and reminded her that I would be looking for her resume.

I reach into the trunk, seize my luggage and caput up the stair to board the plane.

When I sit down, I look out the window and see her still standing holding the money. She closes the automobile trunk, the plunk for door and gets in and leaves.

All three of my lady are smiling at me. Dakota says,"You want to do her don't you papa ?"

I just smiling and go back to looking out the window.

The flight of stairs was uneventful. We landed in Tampa and taxied to where the private planer green. This fourth dimension, we are met by a limo company who has the trunk open and the back door open.

As we deplane, the co-pilot carries the baggage to the bottom of the stairs. The limo number one wood picks it up and puts it carefully into the trunk.

Dakota gives the chauffeur an address of a eating place in mid-town. He takes us there. When we arrive, it appears to be run-down, feeble even. We park the limousine and head inside.

We are greeted warmly by a Hispanic woman. She asks if we want a mesa or a booth. Jill asks for a stall. The skillful hostess takes us to an obviously repaired John Wilkes Booth that has a piece of canal tape covering an obvious tear in the seat.

Another Hispanic woman appears at our table asking for a drink order. I ask what is full here, telling her that we had never been here before.

She recommends the Cuban sandwich. It comes with Shirley Temple beans and yellow Elmer Rice. However, she also told us that their porc mojito is delightful as well. In addition, they offer the usual transportation of steak, ham, and chicken. The coach of this eating house certainly put a personal twisting on the concept.

I ordered the Cuban sandwich. Jill decided to try the porc mojito. Dakota chose the pork mojito and Tina the Cuban sandwich as well. We all had the musical theme that we could have the usual menu anytime, this certainly was a treat.

When the food arrived, we all were delighted with the appearance of the food, the taste of the food, and the fortune size. This got me to thinking about on certain circumstances maybe we should boom the menu to allow for local favorites, such as this manager did by adding Cuban food, which was the core of Tampa during the cigar rolling history of Tampa. I didn't know it until Jill looked it up for me, but Tampa has a huge Cuban/Latin population. Taking this hazard by adding Cuban food to an already set menu was truly a jeopardy that paid off, even though it could have cost him his job.

When the waitress checks on us, I ask if the full general handler was useable. She told us that he came in to help oneself the kitchen out as three people called in sick with the flu. She said that the rushing is beginning to die down and she will let him know that I want to speak to him when he gets a chance.

It wasn't but 15 minute of arc before a well-favored man with a black proscenium on draw close our mesa. He introduced himself as Luis Garcia, the superior general Manager.

I stood up and put out my hired man and introduced myself to him, commenting about what a delightful place he runs. I handed him both my byplay card and my wife's. I asked if he had a few minutes to gossip, which he said he did now that the thrill was over.

I started with letting him know that he took quite a risk adding to an already set menu, but that it clearly paid off. He thanked me yet told me that he has been approached by several early restaurants wanting him to come work for them.

We discussed moving this eating house, noting how much the construction needs work, both structurally and cosmetically. I asked about the Seminole Heights orbit he mentioned in his email. He said he has his eye on a couple of low-cost land site. One on the nook of Florida Avenue and Sligh Avenue. He said that staying on the Cicily Isabel Fairfield side of I-275 was the smart thing to do as choosing a property on the east side of the interstate say on NE Avenue only would bring undesirables and not families as he is targeting for customer. He also mentioned that Sligh avenue led to a local zoo only a couple of blocks to the west, Lowery Park Zoo. While not as loud as Busch Gardens, it is a unfeigned zoo not a report parkland with crimper coasters and quiver rides. Nothing wrong with any of that, but Lowery Park was a dependable working zoo that brought in one thousand of children every year.

I was clearly instill with his knowledge of the area and more importantly his inscription to making his restaurant his, even though it had a incorporated epithet, he put his own twist on it to make it even more successful.

Mr. Garcia offered to blame up the tab for our meal, but I would n't leave it. We clearly have the money to pay and he should spare his generosity for person not as fortunate.

I did ask where his district manager was. He said that he hasn't seen him in several weeks and wasn't even sure if this dominion had a DM. I smiled and thanked him for his time.

Jill took our bill to the registry and paid for our meal, leaving the waitress a $ 40 tip on an $ 80 tab. The cashier asked if she was sure that she wanted to leave that much, just to prepare indisputable that Jill didn't make a mistake. Jill thanked her for the business concern, signed the receipt and we all left.

Our limo driver was outside waiting. We asked to steer back to the airport.

I figured that we had seen enough and with Mr. Garcia telling me that he hasn't seen the district director in several week spoke volumes to me.

Dakota and Tina were both surprised that we were going to head up home without staying in Tampa. I assured them that we would be back so they could wear off their bikini's and sun themselves on Tampa Bay's quick beaches. They both smiled, even Jill smiled. Which got me to thinking that I have never seen Jill in a bikini. We either just swimming naked or are in shorts and tee shirts.

While we were driving to the airport, I phoned Jennifer.

"Hello, my deary. What can I do for you…or to you ?"Jennifer asked.

"Jen. I need you to call Luis Garcia here in Tampa. We need to move his eating house. He has a couple of locations picked out and sound business enterprise intellect why those locations as well as why not other locations. Please ring him either today or tomorrow. You'll probably have to make a head trip to Tampa,"I explain.

"Can I wee-wee it a working vacation. I hear the beaches in Tampa Bay are delightful,"she inquires.

"Absolutely ! Call him and maybe travel to Tampa on Friday, quell the weekend and come home on Monday,"I say to her.

"That sounds delicious !"She squeals before hanging up.

We arrive at the airport. Our chauffeur opens the door, takes out baggage out of the automobile trunk. I helping hand him two $ 100 bills, Jill signs the receipt adding another $ 100 tip, takes her transcript and pass to the plane.

The copilot comes over to the backend of the limo and begins carrying luggage up the stairs to the cabin of the plane.

I grab my own suitcase and one of Jill's. As we all get our luggage stowed and we all take our buttocks, I notice that Jill sits next to me with Dakota and Tina on the other couch with their earbuds already out and being used.

CHAPTER 6

As the planing machine accelerates down the runway, Jill begins to catch my thigh and squeeze. Clearly, she doesn't like the take off as much as I do.

I just grimace a bit as her complete dig into me as she continually squeezes heavily and harder until the plane levels out. At that point, she releases her grasp on me.

She notices that I have a hard-on."Is that from me ?"She asks with a devilish grin.

"Well, it's for you. And, I guess because of you,"I say sarcastically.

"MMMMM, delightful,"she answers.

She begins to unzip me and fishes out my cock, stroking the irradiation from just under the straits to where it escapes from my trousers.

Jill notices a slight droplet at the tip. She leans down and licks the droplet off and begins to swirl her spit around my pulsate appendage. I unbuckle my bang and unsnap my pant allowing her total access to my manhood.

She reaches with both hands to me. One hand begins playing with my lump, gently squeezing them. The former hand begins stroking the lance of my set tool. All the while her tongue keeps swirling around the bulbous head.

Dakota, rarely missing an opportunity to wager with Jill and I takes her earbuds out and moves over in strawman of Jill. She bunches up the butt one-half of Jill 's attire and slides her promiscuous blue sky pantie down to her feet. She pushes Jill's knees apart and lowers her head to Jill's delectable pussy.

As Dakota has made this become a Jill sandwich, Tina now removes her earbuds and does the Saame to Dakota as Dakota has done to Jill. Oh, what a daisy string we have become.

Jill now engulfs my total cock with her mouth, still swirling her tongue around. I can sense her sucking hard on my rigid humanity. She continues to gently rub down my testis occasionally scraping a single fingernail on the underside of my globe close to my anus.

I watch as my beautiful little blond goddess lick and suction on Jill with fervour. Her tongue is rapidly licking Jill from SOB to clit, taking careful aim at teasing her female nub repeatedly.

I move my passel down to Tina, who has also begun nibbling on Dakota 's clit and inserting a thumb inside of her and putting her index finger into her rectum. Her poke in and out were causing Dakota to moan into Jill's pussy.

The vibrations were causing Jill to moan onto my cock, causing me to inch closer to exploding into Jill's waiting mouth.

Gently, I grabbed a handful of Jill's hair lifting her boldness upwards to me so that our backtalk may touch for an erotic kiss. We kissed for a patch, our natural language intertwining and darting in and out of each early's mouth.

After several second of necking, I got up off the couch and walked over behind Tina. I put three fingerbreadth into her angelic pussy. She moaned loudly into Dakota. I thrust my finger into her all the way to the knuckle. I repeatedly thrust in and out of her. She began orgasms almost immediately. My helping hand grew wetter with each thrust. Her hip joint began a slow rhythmic rock to them.

Several minutes of thrusting made me need to fuck my little Tina. I moved myself up between her branch and gently inserted just the head of my dick into her. I paused for a moment or two to allow her soundbox to adjust. I slowly pushed myself deeper into her woman. I kept pausing after every couple of column inch or so allowing her body to adjust. Finally, I was fully inside of Tina. I began to thrust in and out of her wet pussy. She continually moaned into Dakota's delicious snatch, still trying to stay on task of bringing Dakota to orgasm.

I could feel Tina's kitty-cat contract and muscle spasm around my cock. Her wonderful pussy grew wetting agent by the arcminute. I thrust into her harder and harder until happened. It had been quite a while since it occurred. Tina went totally limp.

Jill giggled, my centre grew big as I had forgotten that she is the just three-time holder of the Fucked Unconscious golf club as well as it's establish fellow member. Dakota stopped what she was doing for Jill, sat up and slapped Tina across the face causing her to gulp a Brobdingnagian amount of air.

Dakota giggled and said to Tina,"Welcome back slut,"to which Tina just smiled in a moony smile.

Dakota went back to her task of making Jill finger wonderful. I pulled out of Tina and rolled her eubstance out of the way. She gave me no resistor, heck I wasn't completely for certain she even realized what I was doing. I walked on my knees up to Dakota. She eagerly parted her legs, fingering her own pussy waiting for me to put my still hard cock into her.

I slid my steel-hard cock into her fully as she was so wet already that I slid in easily. Without hesitation, I began thrusting into her with vigor. She was moaning into Jill's pussycat repetitively. I could feel her purulent spasm over and over on my manhood. To me, based upon other times that Dakota and I have played, she was fast approaching a Brobdingnagian orgasm.

Without any real monition, her unit body tensed up and my intact pelvic area, as well as my thighs, were sprayed with her woman juice.

She stiffened up, mumbling something into Jill's pussy that sounded more like gibberish. I did sympathise two words,"OH GAWD,"after that everything else was not understood as it was into Jill 's pussy.

I was able-bodied to see from my advantage point Dakota's eyes roll back into her head. She stopped working on Jill as her big orgasm kept rolling through her dead body. I thought to myself, she may be small in height, but she is big in sexual drive.

good story, how odd thoughts pop into one's top dog during ripe sex. I thought about how Amy and Dakota are so sexually alike. Both seem to have an limitless supply of intimate effort. In my demented mastermind, I thought about having them be the centrepiece of a play night. I decided to consider on that later and sustain going with my task at hand.

As she kept her dead body spasming, I pulled out of her and rolled her off Jill.

Again, I walked on my knees up to a grin Jill. I reached under her thighs and pulled her to the boundary of the couch.

Unfortunately, the couch was a bit high-pitched than my cock was. This forced me to get up and lower my cock into Jill from above her. She moaned loudly as my manhood entered her extremely wet puss. Knowing that my Jill prefers slow up and sensual over fast and backbreaking, I gently began thrusting into her until my pelvic girdle met her clit.

I held myself there, before slowly pulling out. I kept doing this for quite a spell. I heard moaning behind me. Jill leaned to me whispering in my ear,"Don't worry, Dakota is taking tending of my Tina, once again !"

I lifted Jill's legs putting them over my shoulders to gain deeply access to her delectable woman. I thrust into her as deep as I could get. We kept our copulation going for a long while. I began sweating, Jill was sweating.

Finally, as we began our lineage into LAX, Jill finally came with a thunderous orgasm. `` OH GAWD Jacques Louis David. render ME THAT BABY. FUCK ME SO GOOD. ``

Hearing that, caused me to make an coming of my own,"Darling River, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. I LOVE YOU. I LOVE YOU."And with that, I shot what felt like a monolithic amount of baby making succus into my Jill. She just moaned accepting all my seed into her wanton pussy.

Just as we uncoupled, we felt the tires of the plane hit the runway. I was grateful that I wasn't still deep into Jill wondering how the impact of landing during sex would bruise or would a fair sex's pussy soften the blow.

We all dressed quickly as the sheet was taxiing to its final resting spot among early individual airplane. I looked out the plane window to see Fred with the limo doorway open and the trunk popped waiting for us.

I thought how prosperous I am having several beautiful women wanting me, playing with me, wanting me to sacrifice them a infant, and of line loving me. Certainly, taking that job as a Chauffeur that day produced the most positive of results.

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