She said one of the managers was on the phone demanding to talk to me. She directed me to a phone and I was able to connect to the call there."This is...Steve Sharp." Who the fuck are you to tell me what to do. When I want to come into work, I'll come into to work. Get the fuck out of my plant right now or I'll have you arrested. Do I make myself clear?" You have made yourself perfectly clear. I wish to repeat what the note I sent said. Please attend the meeting at three so I may meet you and. I live in Morocco, but I came from Mali originally. I'm also married, and I have c***dren, but the necessity for me to earn more money than I could in Mali, I see them only very rarely; but this is not unusual for many African men. I live very frugally, and send all the rest of what I earn back to my family. I think I'm a good man, and a good father and husband. I have worked at a variety of resorts along the Atlantic coast doing everything from laundry, custodial, and anything needed doing in. He knew Mark had backed up against a wall and didn’t join in any of the repartee, and wondered what he was now thinking. He wasn’t thinking about it for long. Soon enough his Mum spoke in her usual no nonsense tone when she wanted him to immediately do as he was told.“Over here Scott, now.”Scott turned to find a sea of faces looking at him, all smiling except for Mark. Grandma sat with her arms and legs crossed, Aunty Steph had on a tut tut face but was obviously enjoying the spectacle, whilst. Now he didn't need to threaten it. I could tell from his body language and how he had seated himself that I would be getting a spanking before I left his room. I couldn't afford to lose my job so I accepted it. I shifted nervously from foot to foot, conscious that he was eyeing me up and down as he spoke, first my legs and then my breasts got the long stare. The big paw-like hand tapped against his thigh indicating it was time. "Over my knee, Miranda," he confirmed. He wasn’t the sort to have.