The is where I am coming from so go hire a private security company to tighten the pant down, but you can expect them to have written records possibly...covering the workers playing card, and the union taking the government loan money to play the horses, or some such shit. You are hiring a black ops person to hide your shit, as much as to get your losses stopped, so don't fucking play clueless businessman with me." I turned and walked out. I expected him to be on the phone to Martin before I left. Over the past months we'd explored our sexuality and discovered a lot about each other. I liked to be dominated and I liked to please and be pussy spanked when I am naughty (naughty is playing with my pussy without daddy's permission).. Jack loves all that and like me wanted to explore new stuff. He had told me how much he liked the idea of girls not wearing panties outside the house in pubic and keen to please, for our first meeting, I was pantiless - I was naked beneath my skirt. I sat by. I just told her that I'd pay for the expediting and that triple the filing cost was ok. Just have them by Thursday at 3 p.m. She said okay. I was getting tired of all the extra expense of all this. I wasn't making Carbunkle money after all.On Wednesday, I drove the van and Bear to Houston. We set up a temporary HQ at the Red Roof Inn, where they'd allow dogs. I took the wheelchair to the registration desk and put Bear into his 'service' mode. They smiled and welcomed me to Houston.I walked in,. I began to feel a bit worried again. Suddenly, she stopped outside a quiet little pub. “You look a bit pale, Annie,” she said. “Come on, let’s have a quick drink. You might be in shock”. The only shock I was likely to feel was if I met anyone I knew while dressed as a French maid, but I did feel a bit like a drink. “Ok, just a quick one,” I said. The sign on the door said, “Closed,” but Julie peered through the glass. “There’s someone moving in there,” she said, and pushed on the door, which.