I made my money running a escort agency, I started as a driver ferrying the miss back and Forth from line then got moved up to running the agency when the founding father family had some syndicate job and had to move on. The miss decided what they do and don't want to do and when they want to work and all I do is place the adverts and run the phones to take the reservation, 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 various living-room over the area, also I have bought numerous houses and flatcar from them to operate from. The main problem I have is moving the money and I am always looking out for new business ideas.

My Charles Herbert Best friends brother's lady friend was interested in buying the hair saloon that she worked in when it came up for sale but was unable to raise the pecuniary resource, my married person asked me if I would interested in helping out so I looked into it. Now I know zero about running a hair saloon but Sara really concern me, mid thirties she is a cross country runner with a lovely consistence. I had a tiffin with her where we discussed how the concern was doing and how we could improve on the business enterprise, she flirted like loony and the theme really appealed so I made the store usable to buy the business.

Sara took over the business concern, and I became a tacit partner. We re-decorated the premises and made an upstairs distance into different discourse rooms, I also ensured that a top of the range security system of rules was installed and within three months the business was flourishing.

Everything was going finely until my mate told me that Sara and Ben ( his chum ) had split up and Ben had moved back into his pa home, Sara was refusing to move out of there dwelling even though the mortgage was nearly two thousand British pound sterling a month, on taking the business over Sara had upgraded her car to a tawdry Mercedes variation car, basically her out goings where swell than her income and I needed to observe out how she was making ends meet. I went through the CCTV footage as it soon became apparent that Sara was helping herself to the pickings under ringing various appointments and pocketing the money at the end of the night and it wasn't just recent the recordings showed she had been doing it for at to the lowest degree six months. I compiled a dossier and arranged to meet up with her.

It was a very sure-footed Sara that met me for lunch ; she acted like butter wouldn't melt in her mouth. We chatted about how the business was doing and how we could meliorate 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 additional service all the clip propping for short glimpse of weakness, the repast came to an end and Sara was rounding up our conversation by saying how everything would be ok and that I shouldn't worry, I took the chance to hired hand over a copy of the evidence I had collected and sat and watched as the coloration drained from her face.

I had computer distillery 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 bodyguard going into the premise having treatments done her charging them full price and giving them revenue whilst pocketing the departure. The grounds against her was huge Sara tried to feebly explicate that since Ben had left things had been tight but the evidence showed that it went back before that, she was stuck. As she sat at the board sob I told her I wanted her to think of a solution to the job by the weekend whereby we could move on from the place without me having to report her to the police.

It was a completely different Sara that came to my door Friday even, she had been on to my married person to give birth a word of honor with me about the John Cash, but he told her he couldn't get involved. Shed been on to her step dad Steve because he knew a few naughty masses, the job was I knew the Saami the great unwashed and they where told the position was both business and personal and had decided to persist out of it. Sara really didn't have any way to call on to clear the trouble go away and had decided to offer her resignation from the beauty shop. She told me that selling her home wouldn't make any difference as she had negative equity and could only offer five high-flown 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 crack for Sara, one that would benefit me greatly but would also offer her a glimpse of Bob Hope. I explained that her leaving really wouldn't benefit me or the business organisation as she had steady's customer who only liked seeing her, I know absolutely zip of running a salon and had no aim of tying myself up with learning the ropes, I needed her to stay at the commercial enterprise and she needed to contain on working to pay off her mortgage, quite simply I wanted her to be my slave.

She looked horrified at the vista, some how I don't believe she thought I was grievous, 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 have a felon record and no job, her figure would be in the topical anesthetic papers and the prospect of getting another job would be pretty slim. Shed loose her home her car and would probably have to travel back in with her mum. Or if she willing became my slave she could keep every thing, it wasn't as if she had a fellow so she wouldn't be cheating, all that would change is that she would be at my beck shout to do anything I wanted her to do. I told her to go away again and believe about it and get in contact with me within 24 hours. Sara ran out of my business firm crying but I knew deep down she didn't have an option.

Saturday 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 particular. 8 on the dot there was a knock at the door in walked a sexy yet upset Sara, she looked down at the floor as she walked into my front room and stood waiting for 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 clothes and folded them up and placed them on the back of the chair. Sara tried to hide her modestness from me by folding her arm across her chest and placing a hand over crotch. I told her to put her arms down by the side of her shank and to push her chest out. Her snatch hair had been trimmed and shaped, I told her from now on she will hold back it shaved completely and will send me day by day pictures. Her tit where magnificent, not enormous but a nice smattering, I lifted each one away from her dresser and sucked gently on her nipples. Sara's breathing started to increase and I placed my fingers at her kitty entrance and felt her dampness. I told her to open her legs wider and I easily pushed my fingerbreadth inside.

I then instructed her to kneel down in front of me and get my turncock out of my pant ; slowly Sara knelt down and fumbled with my belt and clit on my jeans. I watched as she fished my hardening cock out of the confines of boxer drawers and licked her sass in preparation. In all satin flower Sara's blow job accomplishment lacked a lot to be desired ; she gingerly licked up and down my prick and only got one-half of my member into her mouth, using her get out script to hold the understructure of my cock she used her right field to wank me off whilst licking the tip of shaft. I told her to need her hands away and only use her backtalk, there was a flavour of scare in her eyes as I slowly pushed my prick into her backtalk, she started to gag and her bridge player rushed up to bear on me away, I slapped her hands away and held her head still, telling her that I now owned her and she would possess to learn quickly if she wanted this organization to work. After fifteen transactions of abusing her side I could palpate the insistence building up in my globe, I told her to swallow the load of I would work her lick up what was spilt. Sara gave it a reasonable go at swallowing my cargo and only a small amount dripped down onto her tits. I wiped my cock over her expression and told her to stay on where she was.

In my experience of dealing with the great unwashed if the punishment I was dealing out is going to be keen than the retribution they would receive from the authorities the unhurt deal would be in jeopardy, I mean there is null more I would of liked to do than have Sara spread herself over my deep brown table and I destroy her arse, but having her leave my home and go to the constabulary claiming Brassica napus with my sperm in her bowels wouldn't final result in the night ending how I had planned.

Also a Recent epoch stag Nox that Ben had attended resulted in me gaining lively information. Ben had gone into great depth how Sara was not the most exciting women in the sleeping accommodation ; sex was a double weekly occasion ( at most ) and was either missionary or her on top. Oral sex was for special function ( Christmas or birthday ) and he had only managed to hold anal sex with her once in six year and that was after she had got drunk at her sisters wedding. This was all about to change for her ; it would just take a while before it became convention recitation for her.

I went to my playroom and retrieved a dildo and a Hitachi wand ; I handed these items to Sara and told her I wanted to watch her play with herself. I then turned on a porno and watched as she licked her finger's breadth and rubbed her pussy, within five minutes 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 verge. The toy glistened as she became waken and the gloss flushed to her face, soon she was slamming herself down onto the toy and pushing the scepter hard against her clit. I watched as the exertion built up on her brow and looked her straight in the eye as she shuddered to her first orgasm. Sara stopped rubbing her clitoris and started to remove the dildo, I told her to stop and to contain on playing with her snatch until the film ended. Sara smiled at me and carried on fucking herself.

I watched as she brought herself off five times during the motion picture and she was physically decrepit by the end of it. I told her to creep over to where I was sitting and nurse my cock again. A wobbly 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 cock and then attempted to swallow my member. Again she offered a reasonable shock job and her reward was my sperm down her throat. I then told her to get dressed and give me for the rest of the nighttime .