" I was shocked. I always expected her to be the same bitchy person that I had the unfortunate encounter with every morning. However I was also a bit ...pset, I would never get the chance to ever fuck her. That is... until I had this great idea... That night later in the week, I knew that she was in the local funeral home. She was scheduled to have an open casket funeral and fortunately I had been to this parlor before, so I knew how to get in without being detected. I broke in through a window. " Stop this both of you," Chantal replied softly while still crying,"this is truly sick. We're not supposed to be enjoying this." Well, look who is an ungrateful bitch," Sophie sneered as she huggedIsabel. "We didn't ask to do this. We only did it so we could get youreleased. I couldn't help that it felt good. By the way is that buttplug deflating in your ass?" Yes, it's going down. I'm sorry," Chantal cried. "It's just that thisis so bizarre and hateful. Who would want to do this to. In fact, I have another jobthat requires your expertise." Absolutely. I can stop by later today if that would be alright." Sure, sure. No rush. The client's wife is coming in at three so try toaim for then. Taa-taa!"The phone clicked after Mr. Folds' signature sign off.Mr. Fold's paid extremely well, so Brian couldn't complain but the timingcould have been better.Brian had met Mr. Folds a few years ago when he came out to see one ofhis magic shows. Mr. Folds had told him he owned a. It was a very, very expensive business to run, but it was also extremely lucrative.Payroll was enormous. The masters alone made 2 mil a year with the added perk of selecting a new slave each year…and that was expensive for WSG to loan out for a whole year. The Pharmacists pulled down 1.5 mil. Trainers were one mil. Handlers made $300,000. These and other various staff as a whole were 103 strong and currently running 67 million dollars annually. And they needed more staff. WSG also needed.