This is the introduction to a story that I will be writing Sir Thomas More of later. I am posting it early to see people 's response and to prove the system, it is not a final tipple of the fill in introduction but there is a word of warning. This story will take ABSOLUTELY frightful outcome happen in it, ONLY read the unit level 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 evince a fetish, not an excuse to do anything with in. these are things that SHOULD get you thrown in a dark pit with fanatic dogs, or prison, do n't do them !

Again this is a rough in draft and honestly this is a smut site, does grammar really matter ? please comment and get in mite if you have any theme that will be utile for the narration. useless critique does nothing and ill just ignore that sort of affair. There will be NO SEX in this version of the introduction but expect some terrible things in the first gear chapter, if it ever happens, who knows, shrug, writer come and go on this web site all the time.

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The gens Jagger.

I am not a good man. I lost the rightfield to call my self that ages ago, after I met my political boss, and if you think I am a bad guy, just envisage how bad he is. He runs the show and I do the body of work, but hey, at least I like my job. I worked my way up with the boss, a few years of grunt study here and a few twelvemonth of… oh, whats the mundane tidings for this part, I guess"managing"will do ... managing one of the incline procedure there, this all made me very well off. My position within ... well, lets just ring it,"The Company"does n't even require very much endeavor on my division anymore, so its a very slack job. Does n't hurt that it pays well and can be very fun, too.

The political boss has got his hands in just about everything, I think he wants to reckon into some si-fi shit adjacent but, that 's besides the point of my narrative. My boss is a very generous man, the money that he has loaned to out aspiring entrepreneurs over the year has funded some of the biggest corporate superpower houses out there, and his loans always comes back with sake. I am the nous of the loanword returns and repossession face of the chief'piece of work. When a lone comes to my desk for probe its my job to find out the current condition of any collateral that was offered and reclaim the value of the lone. My"official"title is private investigator, and while technically true up, I guess, it does n't do my job justice.

You know that one super massive tech party, yeah THAT tech company, Boss put up near of the start up on it, off the record book of course of study. That loanword never had no problems and is still paying off. Hes got an eye for those affair my chief, but not every loanword my party boss has given go as cleanly as that one. about the great unwashed who take a loan fucking suck with money and can never payback the money the party boss gave them, but that 's where I come in, to get what is owed to the Boss, with interest.

But lets get to the salutary component. The job I enjoyed the most was out westward. Some smart as a whip guy showed the Boss his"get deep comfortable"plan and the Boss decided to give him the loanword. The amount of money was huge and the idiot put everything up as collateral, his home, his fellowship, the designs of his plan, his family, ya make love standard clobber everyone puts up as collateral.

Well the"get rich comfortable"design of this guy failed miserably and so I was sent his information and I got in touch with him regarding recovering the Bosses assets. The amount of money I needed to collect was n't even that bad after everything was calculated ; just all ground owned by him and his straightaway family, any car and goods attached to his house hold, a girl and his spirit. Could have been a lot worse, all that would happen was his wife and 2 of his kids would be homeless with nothing but the vesture on their backs, one kid would serve"the company"and he would be utter, nothing big. Well the slow ass ran.

We like it when they run. Any expense gets added to the amount that they owe. That means the tabs of any Bounty huntsman and computer specialists we hire to tail them down was charged to the Caranx crysos. All of this is with interest I might add, and any thing I want for myself is also added because I can. I have n't looked at the going rate on bounty hunters lately but the good single cost a lot. I almost feel bad for the families of the the great unwashed who run, but I do n't. That 's the job.

fountainhead this slow ass, I 'm just going to call him Dumbass from now on, was"lovingly"married with three girl, perfect for us, painful for them. Miriam, his wife, was a super hot Milf in her mid 30 's, who only seemed to ingest that maternally shape in her breasts and ass, even after giving birth to 3 kids. Men would kill for a lover with that fig, womanhood would kill to induce it. She had started dating lunkhead Loretta Young, like tangible youthful. He was in university almost graduated and she was most definitely was not. An former drop out of high school school, she had never worked a job in her aliveness, excepting Dumbass to do that part for her. She was kinda stuck up over all but, to her welfare, she loved her folk and would do anything for her daughters, something I used from day one.

The oldest daughter was named Anabel. Definitely the sexiest of the full kinfolk. Long peg, gorgeous face, practiced B cup boobs, with her weedy ass she could have been working as a model if she was n't so lazy. She realized early in biography that men would do anything for her and so long as she kept her pussycat as an unobtainable pillage for them to fight over, they would keep open trying to woe her in more and more enlarge slipway. After high up school she stopped doing anything, instead lounging at home waiting for one day of the month or another to come and take her to the next political 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 sister. 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 person A student running for student counselling president. The alone thing that the sis had in common were commanding attitudes and amazing figures. She did n't induce the potential drop to be a model like her sister, a small shorter and with a more full figure but, Becky was no thrust over in the looks department. That little extra volume she had on her castanets only made the curves of her body more fun to view. She had an energy around her that led others to listen to what she said, which led to a small bonus for us.

The last daughter was the untried. Callie was an adorable scholar who 's torso fell some where between her two babe but was no LE of a catch. Her body was soft in all the right billet and tight where it counted. Her breast was smaller then that of the mother and Becky but, had already surpassed the eldest girl by a cup size or two. Of all of them, only she seemed to be actually happy, perfectly happy to receive kudos and aid from those around her. She a girl surrounded by strong women and a doting father, her kinsperson had done a great job of creating a pure and obedient kid who was a pleasure to be with. She is still my favorite now.

The day that I first approached the kinsperson was a great day for me, and the end of their comfortable trivial habitation, but it was n't going to encounter all at once, no, I was going to let the debt quite a little on before I ripped them from their homes. Until the"lovingness"begetter was caught by our men I would let to quell close to his family, to make sure they did n't run. Till then, I was going to bask this experience to the fullest. All expenses paid holiday on muttonhead'dime, blaze yeah !