I made my money running a date agency, I started as a device driver ferrying the miss back and forth from jobs then got moved up to running the federal agency when the founders category had some family job and had to move on. The girls decided what they do and don't want to do and when they want to solve and all I do is place the adverts and run the earphone to take aim the reservation, I don't deal myself to be a PIMP but everyone's got there own opinions.

The bureau is very successful and I have opened diverse parlours over the body politic, also I have bought numerous home and flatcar from them to operate from. The main trouble I have is moving the money and I am always looking out for new occupation ideas.

My respectable friends brother's lady friend was interested in buying the fuzz saloon that she worked in when it came up for sale but was unable to raise the finances, my mate asked me if I would interested in helping out so I looked into it. Now I know nothing about running a haircloth saloon but Sara really interested me, mid thirty she is a queer country runner with a pin-up physical structure. I had a lunch with her where we discussed how the business sector was doing and how we could meliorate on the business, she flirted like looney and the idea really appealed so I made the funds available to buy the business.

Sara took over the business, and I became a silent cooperator. We re-decorated the premiss and made an upstairs space into different treatment 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 very well until my mate told me that Sara and Ben ( his brother ) had split up and Ben had moved back into his dads theater, Sara was refusing to move out of there home even though the mortgage was nearly two thousand pound a calendar month, on taking the business over Sara had upgraded her car to a flash Mercedes variation car, basically her out goings where cracking than her income and I needed to find out how she was making ending meet. I went through the CCTV footage as it soon became apparent that Sara was helping herself to the taking under ringing various appointment 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 least six months. I compiled a dossier and arranged to touch up with her.

It was a very surefooted Sara that met me for dejeuner ; she acted like butter wouldn't melt in her mouth. We chatted about how the line of work was doing and how we could amend 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 assistance all the time propping for little glimpses of weakness, 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 vexation, I took the opportunity to hand over a copy of the evidence I had collected and sat and watched as the colouring drained from her face.

I had computer stills of her taking the money out of the boulder clay and placing it in her bag, I showed her footage on my iPad of her under ringing proceedings, I even had some of my escorts going into the premises having treatments done her charging them full price and giving them reception whilst pocketing the difference. The evidence against her was immense Sara tried to feebly excuse 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 table sobbing I told her I wanted her to cogitate of a answer to the job by the weekend whereby we could move on from the situation without me having to report her to the police.

It was a completely different Sara that came to my door Friday eve, she had been on to my mate to have a Holy Scripture with me about the 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 problem was I knew the same mass and they where told the position was both business and personal and had decided to outride out of it. Sara really didn't have any way to turn to make the job go away and had decided to offer her resignation from the salon. She told me that selling her home wouldn't make any departure as she had blackball fairness and could only extend five imposing 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 thing they don't want to do. I had an offer for Sara, one that would profit me greatly but would also offer her a glance of Bob Hope. I explained that her leaving really wouldn't benefit me or the patronage as she had regular's customers who only liked seeing her, I know absolutely nix of running a beauty shop and had no intention of tying myself up with learning the rophy, I needed her to stay at the job and she needed to carry on working to pay off her mortgage, quite simply I wanted her to be my striver.

She looked horrified at the aspect, 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 interestingness, if the police got involved she would make a criminal record and no job, her name would be in the local anesthetic papers and the chances of getting another job would be pretty slim. Shed loose her home her car and would probably consume to actuate back in with her mum. Or if she willing became my slave she could keep back every thing, it wasn't as if she had a swain so she wouldn't be cheating, all that would change is that she would be at my beck telephone call to do anything I wanted her to do. I told her to go away again and think about it and get in contact with me within 24 hr. Sara ran out of my house crying but I knew deep down she didn't have an option.

Saturday good afternoon Sara phoned me and just said"ok"I told her I wanted her at my home at 8 that Nox, dressed sexily and we would go over what I expected from her in more point. 8 on the dot there was a knock at the threshold in walked a sexy yet upset Sara, she looked down at the floor as she walked into my front room and stood waiting for direction. I walked around inspecting my new romp thing ; I squeezed her tits through blouse and playfully smacked her arse. I then told her to remove her apparel so the fun could begin.

Hesitantly she removed her wearing apparel and folded them up and placed them on the back of the chair. Sara tried to hide her modesty from me by folding her limb across her chest and placing a hand over fork. I told her to put her blazon down by the side of her waist and to tug her chest out. Her pussy hair had been trimmed and shaped, I told her from now on she will hold back it shaved completely and will send me daily pictures. Her boob where magnificent, not enormous but a nice smattering, I lifted each one away from her chest and sucked gently on her nipples. Sara's breathing started to increase and I placed my fingers at her pussy entrance and felt her dampness. I told her to unfold her branch wider and I easily pushed my fingers inside.

I then instructed her to kneel down in figurehead of me and get my cock out of my trousers ; slowly Sara knelt down and fumbled with my belt and push button on my jeans. I watched as she fished my solidifying cock out of the confines of pugilist short pants and licked her backtalk in preparation. In all honesty Sara's blow job skills lacked a lot to be desired ; she gingerly licked up and down my shaft and only got half of my member into her lip, using her left helping hand to hold the base of my cock she used her right hand to masturbate me off whilst licking the tip of shaft. I told her to contain her mitt away and only use her mouth, there was a looking at of panic in her center as I slowly pushed my cock into her mouth, she started to gag and her hands rushed up to push me away, I slapped her hands away and held her promontory still, telling her that I now owned her and she would have to learn quickly if she wanted this arrangement to work. After fifteen minutes of abusing her boldness I could experience the pressure building up in my balls, I told her to swallow the load of I would name her lick up what was spilt. Sara gave it a reasonable go at swallowing my load and only a pocket-sized measure dripped down onto her tits. I wiped my cock over her brass and told her to rest where she was.

In my experience of dealing with mass if the punishment I was dealing out is going to be greater than the retribution they would meet from the sureness the unharmed deal would be in peril, I mean there is cypher more I would of liked to do than sustain Sara propagate herself over my coffee tree table and I destroy her arse, but having her leave my menage and go to the police claiming rapine with my sperm cell in her bowels wouldn't solvent in the nighttime ending how I had planned.

Also a recent stag night that Ben had attended resulted in me gaining vital selective information. Ben had gone into great depth how Sara was not the most exciting adult female in the chamber ; sex was a twice weekly occasion ( at well-nigh ) and was either missionary or her on top. oral examination sex was for especial affair ( Christmas or birthday ) and he had only managed to receive 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 change for her ; it would just take a while before it became normal practice for her.

I went to my playroom and retrieved a dildo and a Hitachi verge ; I handed these items to Sara and told her I wanted to watch her dramatic play with herself. I then turned on a porno and watched as she licked her fingers and rubbed her kitty-cat, within five hour she was pushing three finger in and out of her cunt as she warmed herself up for the dildo, gradually she eased the toy inside herself and started to rub her clitoris with the baton. The toy glistened as she became energize and the colour flushed to her cheeks, soon she was slamming herself down onto the toy and pushing the verge hard against her clitoris. I watched as the sweat built up on her brow and looked her straight in the eye as she shuddered to her first orgasm. Sara stopped rubbing her button and started to remove the dildo, I told her to discontinue and to deport on playing with her snatch until the plastic film 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 grovel over to where I was sitting and suck 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 eat up my member. Again she offered a reasonable C job and her advantage was my sperm cell down her throat. I then told her to get dressed and leave me for the residuum of the night .