This is the initiation to a story that I will be writing more of later. I am posting it other to see masses 's reception and to try out the system, it is not a final draught of the complete unveiling but there is a Son of warning. This story will sustain ABSOLUTELY terrible events happen in it, ONLY read the whole level when it comes out if you are OK with the musical theme posted and NEVER COPY ANYTHING THAT HAPPENS. This is meant as fiction and just a way to verbalize a fetish, not an alibi to do anything with in. these are things that SHOULD get you thrown in a dark pit with rabid dogs, or prison, do n't do them !

Again this is a jolting draft and honestly this is a porn situation, does grammar really weigh ? delight gossip and get in touch if you have any ideas that will be utile for the story. useless criticism does nothing and ill just push aside that kind of thing. There will be NO SEX in this version of the introduction but expect some severe things in the outset chapter, if it ever happens, who knows, shrug, author come and go on this site all the time.

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The names Jagger.

I am not a salutary man. I lost the right to call my self that ages ago, after I met my boss, and if you think I am a bad guy, just envisage how bad he is. He runs the show and I do the piece of work, but hey, at least I like my job. I worked my way up with the Boss, a few old age of grunt work here and a few eld of… oh, whats the mundane word for this constituent, 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 party"does n't even require practically effort on my part anymore, so its a very relaxed job. Does n't offend that it pays well and can be very fun, too.

The hirer has got his hands in just about everything, I think he wants to attend into some si-fi diddlyshit side by side but, that 's besides the decimal point of my level. 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 power family out there, and his loans always comes back with interest. I am the head of the loan returns and repossession face of the knob'work. When a lone comes to my desk for investigation its my job to regain out the flow status of any collateral that was offered and reclaim the time value of the lone. My"official"title is private police detective, and while technically dependable, I guess, it does n't do my job justice.

You know that one super massive technical school company, yeah THAT tech company, foreman put up virtually of the starting time up on it, off the books of track. That loan never had no problems and is still paying off. Hes got an eye for those matter my chief, but not every loan my gaffer 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 Bos, with interest.

But lets get to the goodness part. The job I enjoyed the most was out Cicily Isabel Fairfield. Some brilliant guy showed the Boss his"get copious easy"programme and the Bos decided to pass him the loan. The amount was vast and the idiot put everything up as collateral, his star sign, his company, the pattern of his plan, his family, ya bang standard poppycock everyone puts up as collateral.

fountainhead the"get fat slow"programme of this guy failed miserably and so I was sent his selective information and I got in touch with him regarding recovering the foreman assets. The amount I needed to collect was n't even that bad after everything was calculated ; just all ground owned by him and his immediate category, any car and goods attached to his house cargo area, a daughter and his lifetime. Could give birth been a lot worsened, all that would happen was his married woman and 2 of his tike would be dispossessed with zero but the clothing on their backs, one kid would serve"the troupe"and he would be perfectly, nothing 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 tabloid of any bounteousness hunter and computing device medical specialist we hire to traverse 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 added because I can. I have n't looked at the going pace on bounty hunters lately but the well ace 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 mute ass, I 'm just going to call him Dumbass from now on, was"lovingly"married with three daughters, perfect for us, horrific for them. Miriam, his wife, was a passing hot Milf in her mid 30 's, who only seemed to make that motherly shape in her titty and ass, even after giving birth to 3 Kyd. Men would pop for a lover with that frame, charwoman would kill to birth it. She had started dating Dumbass young, like literal young. He was in university almost graduated and she was most definitely was not. An ahead of time free fall out of high up school school, she had never worked a job in her life, excepting Dumbass to do that section for her. She was kinda stuck up over all but, to her welfare, she loved her syndicate and would do anything for her daughter, something I used from day one.

The oldest daughter was named Anabel. Definitely the aphrodisiac of the entire family. Long legs, gorgeous face, respectable B cup boobs, with her skinny ass she could consume been working as a model if she was n't so slothful. She realized early in life that men would do anything for her and so long as she kept her snatch as an unobtainable trophy for them to agitate over, they would keep trying to woe her in more and more detailed ways. After high schoolhouse she stopped doing anything, instead lounging at home waiting for one date or another to hail and take up her to the next company or effect. Some how after all this, when I got to her she was still a virgin.

The midway 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 inquiries that we sent out all came back as her being a straight A pupil running for pupil guidance president. The only things that the sister had in usual were commanding attitudes and beat figures. She did n't have the potential to be a model like her baby, a little shorter and with a more full-of-the-moon figure but, Becky was no thrust over in the looks department. That footling extra book she had on her castanets only made the curves of her body more fun to watch. She had an vigor around her that led others to listen to what she said, which led to a small incentive for us.

The last daughter was the untested. Callie was an endearing student who 's physical structure fell some where between her two sis but was no less of a stop. Her torso was flabby in all the decent topographic point and tight where it counted. Her chest was smaller then that of the female parent 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 receive kudos and attention from those around her. She a girl surrounded by inviolable woman and a doting Church Father, her class had done a great job of creating a pure and obedient fry who was a pleasure to be with. She is still my favourite now.

The day that I first approached the family line was a dandy day for me, and the end of their comfortable niggling home, but it was n't going to happen all at once, no, I was going to let the debt peck on before I ripped them from their homes. Until the"lovingness"founder was caught by our men I would suffer to detain close to his menage, to make certainly they did n't run. money box then, I was going to relish this experience to the fullest. All expenses paid vacation on dumbass'dime, pit yeah !