She took nearly five minutes working on her eyes until they have a sort of whorish Cleopatra look. She came back to the bathtub and said,“Blow it ou..., bitch. Let’s see if we need another flush.”Of course, in the piledriver position, the water in my butt rains down on my face, chest and head. It was nearly clean, but just enough shit to give it a light tea color. Tiffany decided I need another flush and quickly put another gallon into my bowels.As she finished her make-up, cheeks and cherry red. Then he gave the mental command that released Cheri from her imposed unconsciousness. That same command wiped all of her memories of the FMCA, Joe Friday, and Master PC. She was his assistant and Jim was not only the boss but a virile and sexy man with whom she enjoyed having sex. She also knew that his wife didn’t mind and that she, Cheri, had had sex with her as well as her friend Samantha on numerous occasions. Life was good.The tasks that Jim had supposedly given her had already been taken. Rubbing his cheek, he suddenly grinned at the girl which seemed to irritate her more than anything as she twisted around trying to get to her feet.But he was too quick. Instantly, he crouched behind her and grabbed her around the waist as she wriggled in his grasp trying to break free. The girl certainly had spirit as he held her tight, and after a moment he could feel her beginning to tire from the effort. Slowly, he brought his right hand up to her bare throat so that he could hold her head. But to save his job, I turned a slut. My husband Mahesh said to me, " I have to figure out a way to save my job. My boss Mr Arora has clearly explained that I have to be sacked. His intention is bad, darling, he has given hints that if I have to stay on the job, I must make sacrifice. People even send their wives to their Boss, to save jobs. I too have reached this position by offeriung my wife to my Bosses!" I did not understand what Mahesh meant and he explained," MrArora is coming home.