Bada Bing, Bataboo.

Reese Jones is every San Francisco tech guy's dream situation.

He creates a company, sells it to Motorola for $205 million.

He starts his own venture capital firm.

And Reese Jones has a look that can only be described as, I feel like he would be cast as an extra in Game of Thrones and not necessarily a role that a lot of people would make thirst traps over on TikTok.

He's got crazy graying hair, a gray beard, he's got kind of a stocky build.

He's an old looking guy.

So of course, part of the dream for the

SF tech guys is looking like that and then dating a younger, hotter, fit, blonde woman

who is open, who is experimental in the bedroom. He is living the fucking dream. But something

really crazy is about to happen to Reese Jones. Soon in court, it's going to be

revealed that Reese Jones likes to be leashed up with a collar around his neck like a dog,

being walked around by a young woman half of his age, like a little dog, eating out of a dog

bowl on the floor. But before that, he's going to be kidnapped. It's Friday morning. He's going to be

walking down a sidewalk in San Francisco, and not even like the bad part of San Francisco, because he's a

multi-millionaire. He lives where all the other multimillionaires live. But a car is going to pull up,

three men are going to jump out with a gun, grab him, throw a pillowcase over his head, handcuff him,

strap him to the backseat of the car. And like the movies, he can't see anything that's going

on outside, thanks to the pillowcase. But he can feel his body, and his body is swaying from

side to side in the back, like they're going down some sort of winding road. And now he's being pulled out of the car.

He still can't see. The captors, they're escorting him up a flight of stairs. What do they want?

Is he about to die? It feels like he's about to die. And it kind of sounds like it too.

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