amount.
"That is exactly what I wanted to hear." she
sighed, "And it is also the reason why you have it. Anyone not
worried would be untrustworthy, you see."
"Is there a way you could cut it back?"
James requested.
"Unfortunately, we cannot. You see, the
limit would be reached before the end of the month. We estimate
your expenditures will exceed it should it be less."
"You expect me to spend that much in a
month?!" he was flabbergasted, what could cost so much?
“You have the suit that was purchased today,
the clubhouse, with all the accessories were $twenty-five hundred"
she reasoned, "You will pay for the hotel our guest is staying in
with that card. You will take my cousin to a five star restaurant
if she chooses and pay for that with the card. All in one day and
that adds up in thirty days."
"How in the world do you stay in business
with that overhead?" James asked.
"Ah, welcome to America, it is all a tax
write-off!" she laughed. "I don't have accountants and lawyers for
nothing."
James reflected on his goals of becoming a
force against crime, which seemed futile to begin with, but hearing
Cathleen talk about so many dollars like it was monopoly money gave
him a shiver.
"I am overwhelmed by it all." he
admitted.
"If you find monetary engineering baffling,
we won't even mention social engineering." she laughed.
"I am amazed of the intricacies of your
burdens. Mine seems pale in comparison." he sighed, "If there is
anything I could do to alleviate your plight, I would be honored to
accommodate."
"That is excellent news!" she cheered, and
pressed a buzzer somewhere under the arm of the love seat.
A young girl of high school age came to the
doorway, "Yes Miss?"
James took note of the maid from earlier and
was again struck by her fair beauty. She almost looked under
age.
"Jill, we are ready for bed." Cathleen
stated.
"Yes, Miss." she bowed, and walked back
out.
Cathleen stood up and gestured for James to
do the same. After a minute, the maid returned with another. James
was struck by the fact that they were identical. Both approached
and one began undressing Cathleen. The other stepped over to James
and started on his clothes.
"My modesty defeats me." James proclaimed,
trying to stop the girl.
"Relax James, they know what you have."
Cathleen smirked.
James relented and the girl had him stripped
to his boxers. His modesty affected his manhood as it had lost the
attention it possessed.
"Boxers, James? Those absolutely need
burned. Get bikini underwear tomorrow." Cathleen ordered. "A woman
can't judge the goods in a package like that." and both the girls
giggled. "Strip him!" she ordered, and the girls walked to him,
grabbing a side and yanked them past his knees.
"James, your embarrassment has left you
flaccid." she huffed, "Girls, get it up." and both went after
him.
James held his hands up, looked at Cathleen,
and shrugged with a dazed look. Looking down, he lost his place as
he couldn't tell which one was Jill.
"Jill; who is the other princess beside
you?" he asked.
He immediately regretted asking as the one
with his cock in her mouth removed it and said, "Jack" and went to
take him back but the other had taken it over. Jill looked back up
at him and gave him a frown. James mouthed, "Sorry" at the
disappointed girl.
"Jacqueline and Jill are my two personal
maids. Both are 18 of course. They have been with me for over two
years. When they turned sixteen, the Duchess of Kettering gave them
as a gift to me." Cathleen said proudly.
"A gift?” James inquired, taken aback
somewhat. “That is unbelievable!"
Slavery was a nasty business. He knew that
other countries still do it. That would cross a line on his moral
compass. He wondered if that was what Cathleen had meant.
"Their parents were servants for the
Duchess. They come from a long line of servants. Her giving them to
me is more complicated however. But, I'll say they are better off
with me than anywhere else." she explained.
James thought
"That is exactly what I wanted to hear." she
sighed, "And it is also the reason why you have it. Anyone not
worried would be untrustworthy, you see."
"Is there a way you could cut it back?"
James requested.
"Unfortunately, we cannot. You see, the
limit would be reached before the end of the month. We estimate
your expenditures will exceed it should it be less."
"You expect me to spend that much in a
month?!" he was flabbergasted, what could cost so much?
“You have the suit that was purchased today,
the clubhouse, with all the accessories were $twenty-five hundred"
she reasoned, "You will pay for the hotel our guest is staying in
with that card. You will take my cousin to a five star restaurant
if she chooses and pay for that with the card. All in one day and
that adds up in thirty days."
"How in the world do you stay in business
with that overhead?" James asked.
"Ah, welcome to America, it is all a tax
write-off!" she laughed. "I don't have accountants and lawyers for
nothing."
James reflected on his goals of becoming a
force against crime, which seemed futile to begin with, but hearing
Cathleen talk about so many dollars like it was monopoly money gave
him a shiver.
"I am overwhelmed by it all." he
admitted.
"If you find monetary engineering baffling,
we won't even mention social engineering." she laughed.
"I am amazed of the intricacies of your
burdens. Mine seems pale in comparison." he sighed, "If there is
anything I could do to alleviate your plight, I would be honored to
accommodate."
"That is excellent news!" she cheered, and
pressed a buzzer somewhere under the arm of the love seat.
A young girl of high school age came to the
doorway, "Yes Miss?"
James took note of the maid from earlier and
was again struck by her fair beauty. She almost looked under
age.
"Jill, we are ready for bed." Cathleen
stated.
"Yes, Miss." she bowed, and walked back
out.
Cathleen stood up and gestured for James to
do the same. After a minute, the maid returned with another. James
was struck by the fact that they were identical. Both approached
and one began undressing Cathleen. The other stepped over to James
and started on his clothes.
"My modesty defeats me." James proclaimed,
trying to stop the girl.
"Relax James, they know what you have."
Cathleen smirked.
James relented and the girl had him stripped
to his boxers. His modesty affected his manhood as it had lost the
attention it possessed.
"Boxers, James? Those absolutely need
burned. Get bikini underwear tomorrow." Cathleen ordered. "A woman
can't judge the goods in a package like that." and both the girls
giggled. "Strip him!" she ordered, and the girls walked to him,
grabbing a side and yanked them past his knees.
"James, your embarrassment has left you
flaccid." she huffed, "Girls, get it up." and both went after
him.
James held his hands up, looked at Cathleen,
and shrugged with a dazed look. Looking down, he lost his place as
he couldn't tell which one was Jill.
"Jill; who is the other princess beside
you?" he asked.
He immediately regretted asking as the one
with his cock in her mouth removed it and said, "Jack" and went to
take him back but the other had taken it over. Jill looked back up
at him and gave him a frown. James mouthed, "Sorry" at the
disappointed girl.
"Jacqueline and Jill are my two personal
maids. Both are 18 of course. They have been with me for over two
years. When they turned sixteen, the Duchess of Kettering gave them
as a gift to me." Cathleen said proudly.
"A gift?” James inquired, taken aback
somewhat. “That is unbelievable!"
Slavery was a nasty business. He knew that
other countries still do it. That would cross a line on his moral
compass. He wondered if that was what Cathleen had meant.
"Their parents were servants for the
Duchess. They come from a long line of servants. Her giving them to
me is more complicated however. But, I'll say they are better off
with me than anywhere else." she explained.
James thought
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