" You shouldn't encourage her dad," she scolded me now, "you know she rather play with you than do her work." Yeah, she reminds me of you when you wer...e her age," I said."Yeah well, never mind all that," she said brushing a stray hair off her forehead, "I haven't got time for all that now." Been a while since I've had my cock in you," I said. "Not good for you to work all the time, you should have a treat now and again." Well yeah, later if you want," she said, "but now I've got work to do.". .. even a stole meant prestige and power. A full length coat cost thousands.This mink rancher was well established and raised high quality animals ... he had contracts to supply pelts to several big name furriers ... furriers who advertised in places like The New Yorker magazine and Vogue. At the time the rancher was one of the richest people in the state.The chemical was applied exactly as recommended. There were no shortcuts taken and the company required applicators were used.Every mink. Mom had no interest in the topic. It wasn’t her thing at all. But sis promised to help. And she still does. Her days as a camera women are long gone. She is the head of our social media department. Yes department, the company got bigger and bigger. But back to the early days.The next day, day two in the business that would change my life forever, began with the annoying sound of my alarm clock. I hate that fucking thing. It chased all my sweet dreams away. But I had work to do. The first upload. Baker; I'm Bart, Mr. Taylor's personal driver. Let me have your claim ticket and I'll retrieve your bag."John followed him to baggage, and upon identifying his suitcase, Bart reached in and took it off the belt."Follow me; Mr. Taylor doesn't like to be kept waiting."Bart led him to a black stretch limousine, held opened the back door, and he got in. After placing his bag in the trunk, Bart got in the driver's seat, leaned back and said,"Help yourself to anything from the bar."They drove in.