I made my money running a bodyguard authority, I started as a number one wood ferrying the girls back and Forth from problem then got moved up to running the agency when the beginner mob had some family trouble and had to move on. The girls decided what they do and don't want to do and when they want to work and all I do is localize the ad and run the phone to take the bookings, I don't consider myself to be a PIMP but everyone's got there own opinions.

The agency is very successful and I have opened several living room over the commonwealth, also I have bought numerous family and flats from them to lock from. The principal trouble I have is moving the money and I am always looking out for new byplay ideas.

My best friends comrade's girlfriend was interested in buying the hair public house that she worked in when it came up for cut-rate sale but was ineffectual to raise the finances, my fellow asked me if I would worry in helping out so I looked into it. Now I know nothing about running a fuzz taphouse but Sara really interested me, mid thirties she is a cross rural area base runner with a cover girl soundbox. I had a dejeuner with her where we discussed how the business was doing and how we could improve on the occupation, she flirted like crazy and the theme really appealed so I made the fund available to buy the business.

Sara took over the business sector, and I became a dumb collaborator. We re-decorated the premises and made an upstairs space into unlike treatment rooms, I also ensured that a top of the range security measures system was installed and within three months the business was flourishing.

Everything was going fine until my mate told me that Sara and Ben ( his brother ) had split up and Ben had moved back into his pop planetary house, Sara was refusing to locomote out of there home even though the mortgage was nearly two thousand Egyptian pound a month, on taking the business over Sara had upgraded her car to a newsbreak Mercedes athletics car, basically her out goings where greater than her income and I needed to notice out how she was making terminal sports meeting. I went through the CCTV footage as it soon became manifest that Sara was helping herself to the takings under ringing respective appointments and pocketing the money at the end of the night and it wasn't just late the recordings showed she had been doing it for at least six months. I compiled a dossier and arranged to meet up with her.

It was a very sure-footed Sara that met me for tiffin ; she acted like butter wouldn't thaw in her mouth. We chatted about how the line of work was doing and how we could improve turnover, we chatted about her splitting up with Ben and how it had affected her, I asked if she was ok financially and if she needed any extra help all the sentence propping for petty coup d'oeil of impuissance, the meal came to an end and Sara was rounding up our conversation by saying how everything would be ok and that I shouldn't trouble, I took the chance to hand over a written matter of the evidence I had collected and sat and watched as the colour drained from her face.

I had computer hush of her taking the money out of the till and placing it in her bag, I showed her footage on my iPad of her under ringing transactions, I even had some of my escorts going into the premises having discourse done her charging them full terms and giving them receipts whilst pocketing the divergence. The evidence against her was immense Sara tried to feebly excuse that since Ben had left things had been tight but the grounds showed that it went back before that, she was stuck. As she sat at the board sobbing I told her I wanted her to think of a solution to the problem by the weekend whereby we could move on from the situation without me having to report her to the police.

It was a completely unlike Sara that came to my door Friday evening, she had been on to my checkmate to have a word with me about the cash, but he told her he couldn't get involved. Shed been on to her dance step dad Steve because he knew a few racy people, the problem was I knew the same people and they where told the position was both business and personal and had decided to stay out of it. Sara really didn't have any way to release to fix the problem go away and had decided to extend her resignation from the salon. She told me that selling her household wouldn't make any difference as she had negative fairness and could only offer five grand towards what she had taken.

This information wasn't new to me and as I said before I don't make my girls do any affair they don't want to do. I had an offer for Sara, one that would do good me greatly but would also declare oneself her a glimpse of Hope. I explained that her leaving really wouldn't benefit me or the business as she had steady's client who only liked seeing her, I know absolutely nothing of running a salon and had no aim of tying myself up with learning the ropes, I needed her to last out at the business and she needed to bear on working to pay off her mortgage, quite simply I wanted her to be my slave.

She looked horrified at the outlook, some how I don't believe she thought I was serious, so I went over the facts again this time explaining that she owed me £24k plus six months interest, if the police got involved she would deliver a criminal phonograph record and no job, her epithet would be in the topical anaesthetic papers and the opportunity of getting another job would be pretty reduce. Shed loose her home her car and would probably make to make a motion back in with her mum. Or if she willing became my hard worker she could keep every thing, it wasn't as if she had a boyfriend so she wouldn't be cheating, all that would alter is that she would be at my beck birdsong to do anything I wanted her to do. I told her to go away again and call back about it and get in contact with me within 24 hours. Sara ran out of my house crying but I knew deep down she didn't have an option.

Sabbatum good afternoon Sara phoned me and just said"ok"I told her I wanted her at my home at 8 that night, dressed sexily and we would go over what I expected from her in more details. 8 on the dot there was a belt at the door in walked a sexy yet upset Sara, she looked down at the floor as she walked into my battlefront room and stood waiting for operating instructions. I walked around inspecting my new play thing ; I squeezed her tits through blouse and playfully smacked her arse. I then told her to remove her clothes so the fun could begin.

Hesitantly she removed her dress and folded them up and placed them on the back of the president. Sara tried to enshroud her reserve from me by folding her arms across her chest and placing a hand over crotch. I told her to put her coat of arms down by the side of her waist and to push her chest out. Her pussy hair's-breadth had been trimmed and shaped, I told her from now on she will retain it shaved completely and will send me daily pictures. Her boob where magnificent, not enormous but a nice handful, I lifted each one away from her chest and sucked gently on her pap. Sara's breathing started to increase and I placed my digit at her pussy entrance and felt her dampness. I told her to open her legs wider and I easily pushed my digit inside.

I then instructed her to kneel down in front of me and get my tool out of my trousers ; slowly Sara knelt down and fumbled with my bang and buttons on my jeans. I watched as she fished my hardening tool out of the confines of boxer shorts and licked her brim in preparation. In all honesty Sara's blow out job acquisition lacked a lot to be desired ; she gingerly licked up and down my shaft and only got one-half of my member into her back talk, using her left hand to hold the base of my stopcock she used her right to wank me off whilst licking the tip of cock. I told her to take her hands away and only use her mouth, there was a look of terror in her eyes as I slowly pushed my prick into her rima oris, she started to gag and her hands rushed up to push me away, I slapped her hands away and held her header still, telling her that I now owned her and she would have got to learn quickly if she wanted this arrangement to work. After XV minutes of abusing her face I could find the pressure building up in my balls, I told her to swallow the load of I would make her lick up what was spilt. Sara gave it a sensible go at swallowing my load and only a lowly quantity dripped down onto her boob. I wiped my cock over her aspect and told her to stay where she was.

In my experience of dealing with the great unwashed if the penalization I was dealing out is going to be greater than the retribution they would receive from the authorities the whole deal would be in jeopardy, I mean there is zippo more I would of liked to do than have Sara scatter herself over my coffee mesa and I destroy her arse, but having her leave my home and go to the police claiming rape with my spermatozoon in her bowels wouldn't result in the night ending how I had planned.

Also a Recent stag night that Ben had attended resulted in me gaining vital info. Ben had gone into with child depth how Sara was not the most exciting women in the bedroom ; sex was a double weekly occasion ( at nigh ) and was either missional or her on top. oral exam sex was for special affair ( Christmas or birthday ) and he had only managed to have anal sex with her once in six years and that was after she had got drunk at her sisters wedding. This was all about to transfer for her ; it would just get hold of a while before it became normal drill for her.

I went to my playroom and retrieved a dildo and a Hitachi wand ; I handed these detail to Sara and told her I wanted to watch her swordplay with herself. I then turned on a porno and watched as she licked her fingers and rubbed her puss, within five bit she was pushing three fingerbreadth in and out of her pussy as she warmed herself up for the dildo, gradually she eased the toy inside herself and started to rub her clit with the wand. The toy glistened as she became stir and the coloring flushed to her cheeks, soon she was slamming herself down onto the toy and pushing the wand hard against her clit. I watched as the sweat built up on her forehead and looked her straight in the eye as she shuddered to her for the first time orgasm. Sara stopped rubbing her clit and started to remove the dildo, I told her to stop and to carry on playing with her pussy until the celluloid ended. Sara smiled at me and carried on fucking herself.

I watched as she brought herself off five times during the film and she was physically imperfect by the end of it. I told her to crawl over to where I was sitting and suck my turncock again. A shaky Sara eased herself off of the dildo and crawled over to where I was sitting, she carefully licked and sucked the pre cum from my rooster and then attempted to swallow my appendage. Again she offered a reasonable blow job and her wages was my sperm down her pharynx. I then told her to get dressed and go out me for the residue of the night .