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My best broker Star Nine asks me to stop with her home to share something important. Star seems uptight – somber and serious. I ask therefore I tell her to just spit it out several questions and Star hesitates. She informs me it’s the two dreaded words – real trading! She accuses me of company trades that are unethical that are shifty. I inquire haught Star for me a glass of plain water and refuse it all. I let her ramble on about something being away with the numbers in the books and prepare her a great big shot of nourishment. I jab at her quickly with the insulin plus that she slumps drowsy and limp in my lap. Poor Star&severe;s head bobs and weaves and I grab the opportunity to rope her up. I maneuver her body between my thighs wrenching her arms behind her back banging her wrists and tying them tightly. I bind her wrists and laugh – this dose of insulin, my beloved will eliminate your memory. Star slurs her words and barely puts up a fight as I push her down on the ground and add a crotch rope splitting her uptight pussy in two lending the bitch a camel toe completing her off bondage using a hogtie rendering the haught uppity investment broker helpless. Poor Star keeps repeating”do the perfect thing mend the novels prior to the FCC comes into play”. Like I give a damn. I tell her about the large deal that is sweet and incorporate more rope for her ankles I have. Do you believe I care if his life savings are lost by some old fart at Indiana? Ask me if I care. The cash that lines my pockets was green enough to pay Miss Star Nine to you. I push a rag and then wrap clear tape around and. As I inform Star tomorrow how the money in her great account will be invested in the deal that I bet, I laugh out loud. Star&severe;s eyes get big when she recognizes her heavy IRA and 401K is going to be demolished and there&severe;s. |
