I made my money running a escort federal agency, I started as a driver ferrying the girl back and forth from line then got moved up to running the agency when the founders kinfolk had some family unit trouble and had to be active on. The girl decided what they do and don't want to do and when they want to act and all I do is place the adverts and run the telephone set to take the bookings, I don't think myself to be a fancy man 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 numerous business firm and flatcar from them to operate from. The main job I have is moving the money and I am always looking out for new stage business ideas.

My honest friends brother's girlfriend was concern in buying the hair pothouse that she worked in when it came up for sales agreement but was ineffective to raise the cash in hand, my mate asked me if I would occupy in helping out so I looked into it. Now I know nothing about running a hair saloon but Sara really worry me, mid thirties she is a cross country runner with a pin-up body. I had a lunch with her where we discussed how the business was doing and how we could improve on the line of work, she flirted like looney and the idea really appealed so I made the funds uncommitted to buy the business.

Sara took over the business, and I became a silent cooperator. We re-decorated the premiss and made an upstair infinite into dissimilar discourse rooms, I also ensured that a top of the range security organisation was installed and within three months the business concern 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 dads house, Sara was refusing to move out of there menage even though the mortgage was nearly two thousand Irish pound a month, on taking the line over Sara had upgraded her car to a New York minute Mercedes mutation car, basically her out loss where greater than her income and I needed to find 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 payoff under ringing various naming and pocketing the money at the end of the nighttime and it wasn't just recent the recordings showed she had been doing it for at least six month. I compiled a dossier and arranged to meet up with her.

It was a very confident 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 ameliorate dollar volume, 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 time propping for little glance 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 opportunity to hand over a copy of the evidence I had collected and sat and watched as the gloss drained from her face.

I had computer stills of her taking the money out of the cashbox and placing it in her bag, I showed her footage on my iPad of her under ringing minutes, I even had some of my bodyguard going into the premises having intervention done her charging them wide-cut price and giving them reception whilst pocketing the difference. The evidence 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 board sobbing I told her I wanted her to think of a solution to the trouble by the weekend whereby we could move on from the situation without me having to report her to the police.

It was a completely dissimilar Sara that came to my door Friday evening, she had been on to my fellow to birth a Word with me about the hard cash, but he told her he couldn't get involved. Shed been on to her gradation dad Steve because he knew a few naughty people, the problem was I knew the Saami the great unwashed 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 turn to make the problem go away and had decided to offer her surrender from the salon. She told me that selling her home wouldn't make any deviation as she had negative equity and could only offer five terrific 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 hope. I explained that her leaving really wouldn't benefit me or the business enterprise as she had regular's customers who only liked seeing her, I know absolutely zip of running a beauty parlour and had no purpose of tying myself up with learning the ropes, I needed her to stay at the business organization 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 chance, some how I don't believe she thought I was severe, so I went over the facts again this time explaining that she owed me £24k plus six months stake, if the police got involved she would ingest a deplorable record book and no job, her name would be in the topical anesthetic written document and the opportunity of getting another job would be pretty slim. Shed loose her rest home her car and would probably consume to displace 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 boyfriend so she wouldn't be cheating, all that would vary is that she would be at my beck claim 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 house 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 to a greater extent 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 room and stood waiting for instruction manual. I walked around inspecting my new play thing ; I squeezed her tits through blouse and playfully smacked her tush. I then told her to get rid of her wearing apparel so the fun could begin.

Hesitantly she removed her apparel and folded them up and placed them on the back of the electric chair. Sara tried to obliterate her modesty from me by folding her weapon across her breast and placing a hand over crotch. I told her to put her blazonry down by the side of her waist and to advertise her chest of drawers out. Her pussy tomentum had been trimmed and shaped, I told her from now on she will prevent it shaved completely and will send me daily pictures. Her breast where magnificent, not enormous but a nice handful, I lifted each one away from her chest and sucked gently on her mamilla. Sara's breathing started to increase and I placed my digit at her pussy entry and felt her dampness. I told her to spread her branch wider and I easily pushed my finger inside.

I then instructed her to kneel down in front of me and get my putz out of my pant ; slowly Sara knelt down and fumbled with my whack and clitoris on my denim. I watched as she fished my solidifying pecker out of the confines of bagger shorts and licked her lips in preparation. In all Lunaria annua Sara's setback job attainment lacked a lot to be desired ; she gingerly licked up and down my ray of light and only got half of my extremity into her mouth, using her pass on hand to moderate the Qaeda of my cock she used her right to wank me off whilst licking the tip of putz. I told her to take her helping hand away and only use her mouth, there was a expression of panic in her heart as I slowly pushed my shaft into her oral fissure, she started to gag and her hands rushed up to promote 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 placement to work. After fifteen minutes of abusing her face I could feel the pressure building up in my glob, I told her to accept the load of I would make her biff up what was spilt. Sara gave it a reasonable go at swallowing my load and only a small sum of money dripped down onto her teat. I wiped my dick over her look and told her to continue where she was.

In my experience of dealing with people if the punishment I was dealing out is going to be greater than the retribution they would receive from the bureau the whole deal would be in jeopardy, I mean there is aught 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 abode and go to the police claiming ravishment with my sperm in her bowels wouldn't result in the night ending how I had planned.

Also a recent stag dark that Ben had attended resulted in me gaining vital entropy. Ben had gone into great depth how Sara was not the most exciting women in the chamber ; sex was a twice weekly social function ( at most ) and was either missionary or her on top. viva voce sex was for special occasions ( Christmas or natal day ) and he had only managed to accept anal sex with her once in six age and that was after she had got drunk at her babe wedding. This was all about to shift for her ; it would just conduct a while before it became normal pattern for her.

I went to my playroom and retrieved a dildo and a Hitachi verge ; I handed these item to Sara and told her I wanted to keep an eye on her play with herself. I then turned on a porno and watched as she licked her fingers and rubbed her snatch, 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 sceptre. The toy glistened as she became conjure up and the colour 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 straightaway in the eye as she shuddered to her get-go orgasm. Sara stopped rubbing her clit and started to remove the dildo, I told her to break off and to carry on playing with her pussy until the film ended. Sara smiled at me and carried on fucking herself.

I watched as she brought herself off five clock time 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 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 peter and then attempted to swallow my member. Again she offered a sensible puff job and her reinforcement was my sperm cell down her throat. I then told her to get dressed and lead me for the rest of the night .