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I began to make phone calls to our District office in Cheyenne, Wyoming (the closest district office to the accident). I spoke with someone who gave me information that the driver’s family has already been contacted. Apparently, there was a nuclear transport truck that lost control when a front tire blew. The whole tunnel is sealed off and DOT, the FBI, Homeland Security, and Nuclear regulatory agency were all involved. Several other vehicles involved resulting in 3 additional deaths. I asked if there was any need for me to fly up there. He told me there is nothing to do. I asked for the family name and home number to call them myself. He said he would text me the information when we end the call. I sat pensive waiting for his text. I called the wife. She was sobbing, almost hysterically. The oldest son took the phone from his Mother. I offered my condolences, as futile as it was. I asked him if there was anything his family needed right away. He declined. I promised to call him again tomorrow. Jill opened the door asking if I had watched TV yet. I told her that Bob Jaxson already texted me about the trucking accident. We were on TV for another reason. One of our hotels outside of Reno, Nevada had a shooting. Apparently, a guy distraught over his wife filling for divorce hunted her down and killed her, the boyfriend, and then himself. I asked her to call Roger, explain what happened and have him indian investigate this to see if we need to head to Reno today. I thought to myself “Not really making it great”. I decided to call the National office of our hotel chain “The Pinetree”. I spoke to a senior manager, Mike Sizemore. He assured me that they were already on the situation. He also said that he has scheduled a conference call for Tuesday morning and invited me to join. I agreed. We ended the call. Jill came back into the bedroom. I asked her to call the HR department of the trucking company to check on benefits for the deceased truck driver as well as the HR for The Pinetree for the guests and family of the Reno Hotel location. She said she would get right on it. My phone rang. It was Roger. He told me the local law enforcement was handling the shooting with the Nevada branch of the FBI overseeing the investigation to ensure it wasn’t more than a family affair. I thanked him for the investigation. He said that he may not go back to LA with us, he may end up in Reno tomorrow. I told him to say the word and we would take him there in the company jet. As Dakota came back into the bedroom, she was all smiles. She smelled wonderful, but my head was elsewhere. His cock was pretty amazing. Jason and Jack would make this trip by themselves. There was already some chemistry there. They sat on the bed, both so beautiful and lovely, Ruri's body slender and petite, her light-blue pigtails falling about her tremulous face. The feeling of unrestricted access as he pushed into me made the feeling of fullness slowly return. What the fuck did she just say? "Do you want these daddy?" "If you mean choke, then go right ahead slut." Chop, chop.” He said. “We're both so dirty.” By mypenname3000 Emma didn’t even wait. “What were you dreaming about?” I have to ask. She was still wearing the sleep shirt. “That was a workout. This was not helped when Clara opened the door to her place and I looked to my left, right into her bathroom, right into her bathroom mirror. Shaking his head, he nodded his thanks to her. "I...I belong to you." Bastards. For a moment he hesitated, indian pondering how to fuck her now. To her it seemed like every pair of eyes in the vicinity were on her naked body as she crossed the street and joined the queue at the van. “Right then my gorgeous little daughters; where shall we go to get you off?” “Me?” Chuckled Michael. And to think I was considering marrying the bitch. “You want me to...”