I made my money running a escort agency, I started as a driver ferrying the girls back and forth from Book of Job then got moved up to running the agency when the founders family had some family trouble and had to locomote on. The young woman decided what they do and don't want to do and when they want to put to work and all I do is identify the adverts and run the sound to get the engagement, I don't believe myself to be a PIMP but everyone's got there own opinions.

The agency is very successful and I have opened various front room over the res publica, also I have bought numerous houses and flats from them to function from. The primary problem I have is moving the money and I am always looking out for new business ideas.

My best friends brother's girlfriend was interested in buying the pilus taphouse that she worked in when it came up for sales agreement but was unable to advance the finance, my mate asked me if I would matter to in helping out so I looked into it. Now I know nothing about running a hair bar but Sara really interested me, mid thirty she is a transverse rural area runner with a lovely organic structure. I had a dejeuner with her where we discussed how the line of work was doing and how we could improve on the commercial enterprise, she flirted like crazy and the idea really appealed so I made the stock available to buy the business.

Sara took over the business, and I became a understood married person. We re-decorated the premises and made an on a higher floor space into dissimilar handling rooms, I also ensured that a top of the stove security 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 blood brother ) had split up and Ben had moved back into his pappa house, Sara was refusing to move out of there rest home 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 flash Mercedes sports car, basically her out goings where dandy than her income and I needed to find out how she was making remnant meet. I went through the CCTV footage as it soon became manifest that Sara was helping herself to the issue under ringing various appointments and pocketing the money at the end of the dark and it wasn't just recent the recordings showed she had been doing it for at least six calendar month. I compiled a dossier and arranged to meet up with her.

It was a very surefooted Sara that met me for lunch ; she acted like butter wouldn't melt in her mouth. We chatted about how the patronage 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 additional help all the time propping for little coup d'oeil 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 worry, I took the chance to hand over a copy of the evidence I had collected and sat and watched as the coloring material drained from her face.

I had computer stillness 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 minutes, I even had some of my escorts going into the premises having intervention done her charging them total price and giving them receipt whilst pocketing the difference. The evidence against her was vast Sara tried to feebly explain 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 sob I told her I wanted her to think of a resolution to the problem by the weekend whereby we could impress on from the office without me having to describe her to the police.

It was a completely unlike Sara that came to my door Friday evening, she had been on to my first mate to induce a word with me about the hard cash, but he told her he couldn't get involved. Shed been on to her step dad Steve because he knew a few naughty people, the problem was I knew the Same people and they where told the billet was both concern and personal and had decided to stay out of it. Sara really didn't have any way to sprain to make the problem go away and had decided to bid her resignation from the salon. She told me that selling her home plate wouldn't make any difference as she had negative fairness and could only offer five grand towards what she had taken.

This entropy wasn't new to me and as I said before I don't make my lady friend do any thing they don't want to do. I had an offer for Sara, one that would benefit me greatly but would also offer her a glimpse of Leslie Townes Hope. I explained that her leaving really wouldn't benefit me or the line as she had habitue's customers who only liked seeing her, I know absolutely nothing of running a beauty salon and had no intent of tying myself up with learning the R-2, I needed her to stay at the line 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 prospect, some how I don't believe she thought I was sober, so I went over the facts again this prison term explaining that she owed me £24k plus six months interest group, if the police got involved she would have a vicious record book and no job, her public figure would be in the topical anaesthetic papers and the chance of getting another job would be pretty slenderize. Shed loose her place her car and would probably have to proceed 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 shift is that she would be at my beck call to do anything I wanted her to do. I told her to go away again and think about it and get in link with me within 24 hours. Sara ran out of my house crying but I knew deep down she didn't have an option.

Sat 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 roast at the door in walked a sexy yet upset Sara, she looked down at the storey as she walked into my figurehead room and stood waiting for education. I walked around inspecting my new meet thing ; I squeezed her bosom through blouse and playfully smacked her hind end. 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 chairman. Sara tried to hide her modesty from me by folding her arms across her dresser and placing a hand over crotch. I told her to put her arm down by the English of her waist and to push her bureau out. Her cunt hair had been trimmed and shaped, I told her from now on she will save it shaved completely and will send me daily motion picture. Her breasts where magnificent, not enormous but a nice handful, I lifted each one away from her chest and sucked gently on her nipples. Sara's breathing started to increase and I placed my finger at her cunt entrance and felt her moistness. 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 cock out of my pant ; slowly Sara knelt down and fumbled with my swath and clitoris on my jeans. I watched as she fished my hardening putz out of the confines of boxer boxershorts and licked her lips in preparedness. In all satin flower Sara's bluster job skills lacked a lot to be desired ; she gingerly licked up and down my lance and only got one-half of my member into her mouth, using her remaining hand to throw the base of my cock she used her rightfulness to jerk off me off whilst licking the tip of cock. I told her to take her bridge player away and only use her sass, there was a looking at of panic in her optic as I slowly pushed my cock into her rima oris, she started to gag and her script rushed up to labor me away, I slapped her hands away and held her brain still, telling her that I now owned her and she would feature to ascertain quickly if she wanted this arrangement to make for. After fifteen minutes of abusing her nerve I could feel 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 sane go at swallowing my lode and only a modest amount dripped down onto her tits. I wiped my cock over her face and told her to outride where she was.

In my experience of dealing with multitude if the punishment I was dealing out is going to be heavy than the retribution they would meet from the authorisation the hale deal would be in endangerment, I mean there is cipher more I would of liked to do than have Sara spread herself over my umber board and I destroy her arse, but having her leave my home and go to the police force claiming rape with my sperm cell in her gut wouldn't result in the Nox ending how I had planned.

Also a Holocene stag night that Ben had attended resulted in me gaining life-sustaining information. Ben had gone into bang-up deepness how Sara was not the most exciting womanhood in the sleeping room ; sex was a twice weekly social occasion ( at almost ) and was either missional or her on top. oral exam sex was for special occasions ( Christmas or natal day ) and he had only managed to take anal retentive sex with her once in six years and that was after she had got drunk at her sister wedding. This was all about to deepen 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 baton ; 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 fingers and rubbed her pussycat, within five minutes she was pushing three fingers 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 clitoris with the scepter. The toy glistened as she became aflame and the colour flushed to her nerve, 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 person in the eye as she shuddered to her initiative orgasm. Sara stopped rubbing her clit and started to remove the dildo, I told her to halt and to carry on playing with her cunt until the film ended. Sara smiled at me and carried on fucking herself.

I watched as she brought herself off five times during the picture and she was physically frail by the end of it. I told her to crawl over to where I was sitting and nurse 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 member. Again she offered a reasonable blow job and her reward was my sperm down her throat. I then told her to get dressed and leave me for the rest of the night .