“Here's what I want you two anal to do,” I said, eager for our next group session. If I was right, it would be the final one. To be continued... The Chauffeur (#30) Red Door, part one By PABLO DIABLO Copyright 2019 CHAPTER 1 After the day of bowling, things went on in a normal fashion. Day by day BJ became more accustomed to the play group. At work, we are letting all the district offices of all the brands become aware that their district office will close over the weekend and on Monday there will be no access. Clearly that news was making the rounds as more than 85% of those who worked in a district office called Sharon or BJ and decided to move to the Hawk. However, there were still those few that acted like they get to make their own rules. By the time Thursday rolled around I made a company-wide statement. It said, “If you haven’t moved over to the Hawk by close of business on Friday, you will not have a job with Jaxson, Inc. on Monday.” I got several emails Thursday night explaining why they couldn’t do the task being handed to them. I replied to each one that the statement stands. We made the decision as a group to utilize Sharon’s idea. She suggested that after close of business on Friday send the four (the twins, Belinda, and Marcus) along with several file boxes to start boxing up anyone’s desk that wasn’t moved. We would spend Friday evening boxing things up, writing employee names on the boxes and then transporting them to the Hawk to be stored in an empty office. Yes, it might have seemed harsh, but Jennifer had some buyers already lined up for several of the district office properties. By Thursday night, we had three district offices completely empty. Sharon and Jennifer worked together to have the district offices professionally cleaned up, but not until the desks were moved over to the Hawk. Jennifer noted that we had way more desks than we had employees. She assigned Diane to find an office supply company Tranny that dealt with used office furniture. They assured her that they would be at each of the district offices on Saturday morning. They offered us $25 per Brunette desk and $5 per chair. We countered with $30 per desk and they could have ALL the left-over chairs for free, they took that deal knowing that they could make a much larger profit on the chairs than they could on the desks. Our locksmith guy was working his ass off for us. I told him to not worry about the safes as this held more importance to me. I also gave him a large leeway on finishing the lock changeover at the Hawk. I had suggested to him to hire some temporary help, but he said that since his name was on the Hardcore job, he wanted to ensure that the job was done properly. I suggested to him that when he gets caught up in a couple of months, we should go have a beer and talk business. He said he would blowjob really like that. "Um, sorry," I tried to apologize. My head Brunette Hardcore shook from side to side as I reveled in this delight. Mr Batelli crouched in front of me again and continued the drawing as he finished the explanation of what happened when the eggs get to the uterus. Those bastards blowjob were now trying to frame me for their crimes. Erections are quite normal Daryl and I’ve seen them many times before. Marrek grasped Emily by her disheveled head of hair and thrust her face downward. placed my hand on the ledge of the sink as Joe As she walked in, Daryl scrambled. She smiled, and came over to me. “Now I know you’re drunk.” I shuddered, savoring this moment. “A gift to mankind. “Then spread them. love to. Just to intimidate him. "Don't worry." Then she turned over, showing me the tantalizing length of her athletic back, ending perfectly in anal two robust glutes. “There! And, I love Holden. She stepped out of her pants standing in Tranny white bra and panties.