But Kate, Ms Katherine Beauchamp, she was sitting there behind her desk, all prim and proper, nut brown hair in a bun, dark business suit, her white blouse giving just a hint of the luscious cleavage beneath, her eyes distorted by her spectacles. Early Twenties, I guessed, high flyer, "Ms K Beauchamp Business Loans Manager." said he name tag, "Look Andrews," she said, after the initial frosty welcome, "You don't really expect me to give you a business loan for an executive toy at this point of the economic cycle?" "Its Agnew," I corrected, "and its for the specific contract." "I know a complete fantasy fabrication when I see one," she continued, "Your turnover is eighty per cent down on last year, I saw the accounts, eighty per cent down in volume since last year, eighty." "But I'm still solvent, I can shed staff, do more myself, out on the road not as controller." "Look, Mr Agnew, do your self a favour sell up, while you can, Liquidate, before we foreclose," I knew the figures, it was finely balanced but she should have see I was a very good solid prospect, for a business loan. "Buy your executive toy on your private account and stop wasting my time." I knew she had not checked sperm the figures, she just either did nor like me or more likely I was small fry and beneath her dignity for her to help. She crushed the life out of my business without a thought, I even thought I saw a glint of pleasure in her eyes as she said, "Good day, don't fight it, Liquidate." The Office was on a short lease, Mandy my p.a. and controller handed in her notice, she was going back to her old job at Tesco so I gave up, I told the lads remaining lads that we finish on Friday, I somehow scratched together enough to pay most of them, Jimmy took my Ford Mondeo in lieu of what I owed him and over the weekend I just took the contacts book and dumped the rest and I went back to being a one man band, like I started eight years before, except then I had a brand new Honda, and dreams. It was ironic, a year before I had the world at my feet, looking to take on more riders, I was careful to keep my Porsche hidden, I didn't let too many people know when I bought a new Mondeo, I liked to look less prosperous than I was, yet now I was desperately trying to keep up appearances, to put a buffer between my working life disasters and my life at home with Sara, but it was not the same, we agreed to put the wedding on hold and stopped doing things together, until we just slept together. Somehow I ended up taking on courier jobs for Leroy, exactly what I wanted to avoid, Jiffy bag to somewhere in Wiltshire, or Herefordshire, or somewhere equally remote, it just had to be drugs, not even disguised as documents or Videos, around ninety five miles one way, ninety five pounds for ninety minutes each way thirty quid an hour, then as I returned from one trip I got a call on my mobile phone, I used a hands free inside the helmet of course and they have another package for Ross on Wye, I head round there and they are very suspicious, so I head off for darkest Herefordshire. It was a farmhouse I delivered the package, "Hey hang around, I got a return for you." "No way, one way only," I insisted. "Hundred?" he offered, pulling notes from his back pocket. "Done." I agreed, and within minutes I was heading back down the twisting turning A40 road towards Gloucester. Leroy was hanging around their "Office," when I rolled in, he offered me a coffee, I agreed, well over four hours in the saddle, in the cold I needed warming up, Frank his side- kick took the package and after a minute he called Leroy in. "It's kosher man." he said and that was that, I finished my coffee and rode off. I seemed to work exclusively for them after that, I knew it was drugs I was transporting, I ever actually saw or handled them, but I knew, but I made sure that I just collected and delivered wrapped packages. Sometimes I did late collections, after seven there would be girls hanging around the "Office" a first floor flat above a disused chemists shop, sitting watching TV waiting, sometimes Taxis arrived for them, short skirts, cumshot too much make-up, blowjob too much cleavage on display it's not rocket science is it? drugs, girls, sometimes they almost pushed me out of the door to get rid of me quickly, clearly they did not want me to know what was going on, but then as they realised I was not going to rip them off they started getting me doing late night local deliveries. I would start round eleven work till may be two in the morning, no more nine to five, no more picking Sara up from work in the Porsche for a nice meal, see a show, whatever, then make oral love, more like roll in at two, completely shattered, sleep in the chair till three Blowjobs and then carefully slip into bed beside her so as not to wake her only cum to wake to find she had gone to work. One time Leroy handed me a simple clear bag of white powder, and gave me an address. "No offence but in a sealed Jiffy bag, please." I requested. Yes! And every girl crawling up gave my cock a sloppy kiss. “It’s like a mobster movie.” As she got off, so did I, shooting my load all over the front of the sofa that she cum and Tom were laying on. She smiles at me and says, “Yeah, its……. They’re mean to me. cumshot Always calling me no boobs Tessa. I stopped worrying sperm about what the women thought and looked at hardcore porn, wishing I was the one getting serviced. “Besides, Blowjobs you stretching me out like that AND adding some much need lubrication to my insides helped clear me out like never before, it’s amazing!” Mary added as she smiled thinking about blowjob the sight of him oiling his cock again. Billy opened the door and got an eyeful of thigh as I clumsily climbed in. I looked up at him and smiled. And I will test Davina with pleasure on another victim. 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