When it became time for the first instalment on Sally’s loan there was no money. The first command, of course, was to give herself to Arthur’s dog Hector. Arthur was sitting opposite, his pants around his ankles and slowly stroking his cock. “Come in my dear” he said “let’s talk about your little problem”. “How can you help” wailing Sally “how can anyone help?” Her mother sat beside her and they hugged. She didn’t want to worry them. No way ever” and she rushed out of the office. Then she felt something rubbing against her clit. She needed at least a month before she could pay. “There you are” he said, still leering at her “you can reply in instalments”. She lowered her head again and moaned. But problems were on the horizon. “Well maybe we can arrange something” he said, smirking “come back tonight and we will talk about an alternative”. Don’t worry sweetheart, I will go and sort him out.
