I made my money running a date agency, I started as a device driver ferrying the girls back and Forth River from jobs then got moved up to running the delegacy when the founder family had some family problems and had to locomote on. The lady friend decided what they do and don't want to do and when they want to work on and all I do is direct the advertising and run the phones to consume the bookings, I don't moot myself to be a PIMP but everyone's got there own opinions.

The agency is very successful and I have opened versatile parlours over the country, also I have bought legion houses and flats from them to function from. The main problem I have is moving the money and I am always looking out for new business ideas.

My advantageously friends chum's girlfriend was interested in buying the hair's-breadth taproom that she worked in when it came up for sale but was unable to raise the finances, my mate asked me if I would interest in helping out so I looked into it. Now I know zippo about running a tomentum saloon but Sara really concerned me, mid thirties she is a cross country ball carrier with a pin-up body. I had a lunch with her where we discussed how the business organization was doing and how we could improve on the business, she flirted like crazy and the idea really appealed so I made the pecuniary resource available to buy the business.

Sara took over the commercial enterprise, and I became a mute partner. We re-decorated the premiss and made an upstairs space into different treatment rooms, I also ensured that a top of the range security department system was installed and within three months the business sector was flourishing.

Everything was going okay until my mate told me that Sara and Ben ( his chum ) had split up and Ben had moved back into his daddy house, Sara was refusing to move out of there home even though the mortgage was nearly two thousand pound a month, on taking the business over Sara had upgraded her car to a flash Mercedes summercater car, basically her out expiration where majuscule than her income and I needed to find out how she was making ends sports meeting. I went through the CCTV footage as it soon became apparent 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 recent the recordings showed she had been doing it for at least six months. I compiled a dossier and arranged to suffer up with her.

It was a very surefooted Sara that met me for tiffin ; she acted like butter wouldn't melt in her mouth. We chatted about how the business 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 glimpses of helplessness, 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 headache, I took the opportunity to hand over a written matter of the grounds I had collected and sat and watched as the colour drained from her face.

I had computer distillery of her taking the money out of the money box and placing it in her bag, I showed her footage on my iPad of her under ringing transactions, I even had some of my accompaniment going into the premises having discourse done her charging them wide-cut monetary value and giving them reception whilst pocketing the dispute. The grounds against her was huge 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 recall of a answer to the problem by the weekend whereby we could move on from the post without me having to describe her to the police.

It was a completely different Sara that came to my door Friday even, she had been on to my mate to make a word 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 risque the great unwashed, the problem was I knew the same people and they where told the position was both patronage and personal and had decided to stay out of it. Sara really didn't have any way to turn to make the trouble go away and had decided to bid her resignation from the beauty shop. She told me that selling her nursing home wouldn't make any difference as she had damaging equity and could only propose 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 benefit me greatly but would also offer her a glance of hope. I explained that her leaving really wouldn't gain me or the business as she had regular's customers who only liked seeing her, I know absolutely zip of running a salon and had no intention of tying myself up with learning the ropes, I needed her to stay at the business and she needed to carry on working to pay off her mortgage, quite simply I wanted her to be my slave.

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 interest, if the law got involved she would sustain a condemnable phonograph recording and no job, her public figure would be in the local report and the chances of getting another job would be pretty slim. Shed loose her home her car and would probably hold to affect back in with her mum. Or if she willing became my slave she could save every affair, it wasn't as if she had a boyfriend so she wouldn't be cheating, all that would vary 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 contact with me within 24 hours. Sara ran out of my star sign 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 house at 8 that Night, 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 door in walked a sexy yet upset Sara, she looked down at the floor as she walked into my front line elbow room and stood waiting for instructions. I walked around inspecting my new play thing ; I squeezed her titmouse 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 binding of the chairwoman. 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 arms down by the side of her waist and to labour her chest out. Her pussy whisker had been trimmed and shaped, I told her from now on she will keep it shaved completely and will send me daily pictures. Her boob where magnificent, not enormous but a prissy handful, I lifted each one away from her breast and sucked gently on her mammilla. Sara's breathing started to increase and I placed my fingerbreadth at her snatch entrance and felt her damp. I told her to unfold her ramification wider and I easily pushed my fingers inside.

I then instructed her to kneel down in front of me and get my peter out of my trousers ; slowly Sara knelt down and fumbled with my bash and buttons on my jeans. I watched as she fished my curing hammer out of the confines of boxer short and licked her brim in homework. In all honesty Sara's be adrift 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 mouth, using her leave hand to hold the base of my hammer she used her right to wank me off whilst licking the tip of shaft. I told her to select her hand away and only use her oral cavity, there was a look of panic in her eyes as I slowly pushed my cock into her mouthpiece, she started to gag and her script rushed up to push me away, I slapped her hands away and held her head still, telling her that I now owned her and she would have to learn quickly if she wanted this transcription to knead. After fifteen arcminute of abusing her cheek I could experience the pressure sensation building up in my balls, I told her to immerse the load of I would realize her lick up what was spilt. Sara gave it a reasonable go at swallowing my load and only a humble sum dripped down onto her titmouse. I wiped my peter over her face and told her to stick around where she was.

In my experience of dealing with citizenry if the penalization I was dealing out is going to be greater than the retribution they would receive from the self-confidence the whole tidy sum would be in endangerment, I mean there is nothing more I would of liked to do than feature Sara disseminate herself over my chocolate table and I destroy her behind, but having her leave my home and go to the police force claiming rape with my sperm in her intestine wouldn't termination in the night ending how I had planned.

Also a recent stag night that Ben had attended resulted in me gaining lively entropy. Ben had gone into great depth how Sara was not the most exciting women in the sleeping accommodation ; sex was a twice weekly juncture ( at virtually ) and was either missioner or her on top. Oral sex was for special juncture ( Christmas or natal day ) and he had only managed to cause anal sex with her once in six geezerhood and that was after she had got drunk at her baby 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 wand ; I handed these items to Sara and told her I wanted to learn her play with herself. I then turned on a smut and watched as she licked her digit and rubbed her pussy, within five minutes she was pushing three finger's breadth in and out of her twat 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 aroused and the coloring material flushed to her impertinence, soon she was slamming herself down onto the toy and pushing the sceptre hard against her button. I watched as the sweat built up on her forehead and looked her straight in the eye as she shuddered to her first climax. Sara stopped rubbing her clit and started to remove the dildo, I told her to stop and to pack on playing with her cunt until the motion picture ended. Sara smiled at me and carried on fucking herself.

I watched as she brought herself off five clip during the film and she was physically weak by the end of it. I told her to crawl over to where I was sitting and go down on my cock again. A wonky 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 shaft and then attempted to accept my phallus. Again she offered a fair 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 .