You don’t want to talk to just anyone in a bank. There may be ten ‘personal bankers’ waiting to serve you and another ten tellers but you only w...nt to do business with one person who can make decisions without having to go talk to a supervisor. Big banks have dozens of vice presidents. It doesn’t mean anything except that they are bank officers and can make everyday decisions without getting permission. I was ushered into the office of Vice President Smith. Smith? Really? Is anyone really named. " It's not no one Bella!" He shouted and she jumped. He reached out and ripped the scarf from her throat. The bruises there formed a distinct hand print and she looked away. "Who did this?" He was angry about the other night. I was supposed to go to him when I finished work but then you..." She couldn't finish the thought. "He got angry, he's never done anything like this before." You're lying, he has hurt you before this. Who is he?" His name is Mike." A new Dom?" You said you didn't want me. And their catalogue ... that led him to the American Rifleman and lo and behold ... you could buy guns through the mail ... and nobody cared. Then he found out about the CMD ... you could buy M1 Garands by the case ... and nobody cared.No wait ... no background check ... just state you were over 18, not an ex-con and nobody cared. Rifles were available from nearly every Army base. Admittedly, the rifles were in pretty miserable condition and definitely combat issued and recovered.Many were. She scratched her fingers through the curls and into the tight flesh of his chest, managing a firm position over him. His thick, long cock was snug fit deep within her tenderness. “Drive, Bonnie,” Donovan whispered. The gaze of her soft blue eyes tethered to his, Bonnie slowly swayed and twisted her hips. She felt his shaft stir within her as she moved, her undulating rhythm driving delicious twinges of pleasure from his throbbing piece. She chewed on the side of her bottom lip and tossed her.