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My top broker Star Nine requests me to stop with her house. Star seems uptight – somber and serious. I ask therefore I tell her to just spit it out several questions and Star hesitates. She tells me it is the two dreaded words – real trading! She accuses me of unethical business transactions. I request haught Star to get me a glass of plain water and refuse it all. I prepare a big shot of insulin and allow her ramble on about something. I jab her quickly with that she plus the insulin slumps exhausted and limp . Poor Star&intense;s head weaves and bobs and I seize the chance to rope up her. I move her body between my legs wrenching her arms behind her back slamming her elbows and tying them tightly. I bind her wrists and laugh – this dose of insulin, my dear will divert your memory. Star slurs her words and hardly puts up a fight as I push her down on the ground and add a crotch rope splitting her uptight pussy in 2 giving the bitch a camel toe completing off her bondage with a hogtie making the haught uppity investment agent helpless. Poor Star keeps repeating”do the ideal thing fix the books ahead of the FCC comes to play”. Just like I give a damn. I include more rope and inform her about the sweet deal I have. Do you think I care if his entire life savings are lost by some old fart at Indiana? Ask me if I care. The money that lines my pockets was green enough to pay Miss Star Nine to you. I shove on a rag and wrap clean tape around and. I laugh out loud as I tell Star how all the money in her big account will then be spent in the bargain I rig. Star´s eyes get there and big when she recognizes 401K and her IRA will be demolished ´s. |
