I made my money running a bodyguard agency, I started as a number one wood ferrying the girls back and forth from jobs then got moved up to running the federal agency when the founders family had some family job and had to act on. The girls decided what they do and don't want to do and when they want to work and all I do is come in the advertizement and run the sound to take the engagement, I don't consider myself to be a PIMP but everyone's got there own opinions.

The way is very successful and I have opened various front room over the land, also I have bought legion houses and flats from them to control from. The main job I have is moving the money and I am always looking out for new business ideas.

My scoop friends crony's girlfriend was interested in buying the hair public house that she worked in when it came up for sale but was ineffective to raise the finances, my checkmate asked me if I would occupy in helping out so I looked into it. Now I know zilch about running a hair pub but Sara really interested me, mid thirties she is a interbreed nation runner with a endearing body. I had a lunch with her where we discussed how the line of work was doing and how we could improve on the occupation, she flirted like crazy and the idea really appealed so I made the investment firm available to buy the business.

Sara took over the byplay, and I became a silent cooperator. We re-decorated the premises and made an on a higher floor outer space into different treatment room, I also ensured that a top of the range security system of rules was installed and within three calendar month the business 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 pappa house, Sara was refusing to displace 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 tatty Mercedes variation car, basically her out going where greater than her income and I needed to receive out how she was making ends meet. I went through the CCTV footage as it soon became unmistakable that Sara was helping herself to the takings under ringing various appointments and pocketing the money at the end of the night and it wasn't just Recent epoch the recordings showed she had been doing it for at least six months. I compiled a dossier and arranged to meet up with her.

It was a very convinced Sara that met me for dejeuner ; she acted like butter wouldn't melting in her oral cavity. We chatted about how the business was doing and how we could better turnover rate, 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 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 opportunity to hired man over a copy of the evidence 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 till and placing it in her bag, I showed her footage on my iPad of her under ringing proceedings, I even had some of my escort going into the premise having treatment done her charging them full price and giving them receipts whilst pocketing the difference. The evidence against her was huge Sara tried to feebly explain that since Ben had left affair 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 imagine of a solution to the problem by the weekend whereby we could displace 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 eve, she had been on to my mate to have a Scripture with me about the John Cash, but he told her he couldn't get involved. Shed been on to her stair dad Steve because he knew a few risque citizenry, the problem was I knew the same people and they where told the billet was both business and personal and had decided to stay put out of it. Sara really didn't have any way to turn to make the problem go away and had decided to declare oneself her resignation from the beauty parlor. She told me that selling her home wouldn't make any difference as she had minus equity and could only offer five marvellous towards what she had taken.

This info 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 pass 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 benefit me or the business as she had regular's customers who only liked seeing her, I know absolutely nix of running a beauty parlor and had no intention of tying myself up with learning the ropes, I needed her to stick at the business and she needed to stock on working to pay off her mortgage, quite simply I wanted her to be my slave.

She looked horrified at the prospect, some how I don't believe she thought I was grave, so I went over the facts again this time explaining that she owed me £24k plus six months involvement, if the police got involved she would have a criminal track record and no job, her gens would be in the topical anaesthetic newspaper publisher and the chances of getting another job would be pretty melt off. 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 affair, it wasn't as if she had a swain 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 recollect 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 dwelling house at 8 that nighttime, dressed sexily and we would go over what I expected from her in more details. 8 on the dot there was a knock at the doorway in walked a sexy yet upset Sara, she looked down at the floor as she walked into my front elbow room and stood waiting for instructions. I walked around inspecting my new gambling thing ; I squeezed her tits through blouse and playfully smacked her arse. I then told her to move out her clothes so the fun could begin.

Hesitantly she removed her dress and folded them up and placed them on the vertebral column of the chair. Sara tried to conceal 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 slope of her waistline and to push her chest out. Her snatch hair had been trimmed and shaped, I told her from now on she will keep on it shaved completely and will send me daily characterization. Her bosom 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 fingers at her cunt entry and felt her dampness. I told her to open her stage wider and I easily pushed my fingers inside.

I then instructed her to kneel down in front of me and get my cock out of my trousers ; slowly Sara knelt down and fumbled with my smash and buttons on my jean. I watched as she fished my hardening cock out of the confines of packer shorts and licked her lips in preparation. In all honesty Sara's blow job acquisition lacked a lot to be desired ; she gingerly licked up and down my gibe and only got one-half of my member into her oral cavity, using her allow manus to take hold the base of my cock she used her right hand to wank me off whilst licking the tip of pecker. I told her to take her hands away and only use her mouth, there was a aspect of affright in her eyes as I slowly pushed my cock into her sass, she started to gag and her hands rushed up to promote me away, I slapped her hands away and held her fountainhead still, telling her that I now owned her and she would have to pick up quickly if she wanted this arrangement to go. After fifteen minutes of abusing her fount I could feel the pressure building up in my Lucille Ball, I told her to swallow the load of I would make her biff up what was spilt. Sara gave it a fairish go at swallowing my load and only a small amount dripped down onto her tits. I wiped my turncock over her case and told her to quell where she was.

In my experience of dealing with people if the punishment I was dealing out is going to be greater than the vengeance they would receive from the agency the hale sight would be in jeopardy, I mean there is nothing more I would of liked to do than stimulate Sara spread herself over my coffee berry tabular array and I destroy her arse, but having her leave my home and go to the police claiming rape with my spermatozoan in her bowels wouldn't resultant in the nighttime ending how I had planned.

Also a recent stag night that Ben had attended resulted in me gaining full of life selective information. Ben had gone into slap-up profoundness how Sara was not the most shake women in the sleeping accommodation ; sex was a twice weekly occasion ( at most ) and was either missionary or her on top. Oral sex was for especial social function ( Christmas or birthday ) and he had only managed to have anal retentive sex with her once in six years and that was after she had got drunk at her sisters wedding. This was all about to shift for her ; it would just take a while before it became convention practice for her.

I went to my rumpus room and retrieved a dildo and a Hitachi baton ; I handed these items to Sara and told her I wanted to check her play with herself. I then turned on a porno and watched as she licked her fingers and rubbed her kitty-cat, within five minutes she was pushing three finger in and out of her snatch 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 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 stew built up on her forehead and looked her straight person in the eye as she shuddered to her first sexual climax. Sara stopped rubbing her clit and started to take away the dildo, I told her to kibosh and to carry on playing with her kitty-cat until the film ended. Sara smiled at me and carried on fucking herself.

I watched as she brought herself off five metre during the film and she was physically unaccented 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 swallow my member. Again she offered a sane blow job and her reward was my sperm down her pharynx. I then told her to get dressed and go forth me for the residue of the night .