You've never had a job. You don't have any collateral. Banks are a lot more stringent with business loans then a residential loan. Believe me, I want ...o help you get set up. I owe you, big time. It will be an investment for me. If you feel uneasy with not paying interest, I'll charge you what ever the residential mortgage rate is. We'll put it in the contract that anyone who buys the business from you can assume the loan. That will make it easier to get out when you feel it's time."Tears came. I was semihard then. The man payed for us both and he ushered me to the changing rooms. We got a towel (for my taste pretty small) and key on a rubber band. "Get undressed, we share the locker, you keep those on your right hand," he said suddenly. "Yes" I muttered and stopped, I do not know his name yet. "You can call me Master," he smiled, as he read my mind. I just nodded, undressed and hurried to the shower area. Master found me shortly after, I already started to rub my body, thinking if. With her thumbs she stroked the enlarged teats. She cast a brief glance downward. They looked full and ripe, their upper curves enhanced by a flush of arousal. She reached behind her, taking his hands from her rear, and pressing them to her bosom. ‘They feel good, too. Try them.’ He kneaded them vigorously. Normally she’d have found the treatment excessively rough, now it just fitted her mood. She focussed on the sensations building in her pelvis, increasing the pace of her gyrations. There was. I wanted to reach out and touch her. I had always wondered what she would look like down there and now I could see for myself. It would have been so easy to feel her; to slip my fingers between her parted cunt lips and push deep inside her sex but I held back from rushing things. As eager as I was to get inside her, Julie was going nowhere just yet, she knew it and I certainly knew it as well.“I think a soft leather paddle will do the trick Julie,” I told her. “You know what they are, don’t.