One day he brought me a tight white leggings and top. It is almost see through. He gave me black panties and black bra and asked me to wear it without...a half kameez and took me to shopping in a supermarket. Everyone can understand that I am wearing a black panties and bra. I saw many people looking at me and commenting some things.That day he had sex with me passionately. After each incident, he keeps on increasing the embarrassment. On the day at night, he came home with a red bikini panties. But if they were being honest, they would've just wanted to see me strut around in a skimpy bikini.I guess I couldn't blame them. Sure, I always told them to piss off whenever they suggested it. I wasn't about to waste my time like all the ditzy bimbos who liked to enter that sort of stuff. But I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little flattered.So I made them offer: if they could raise enough money to pay for my college expenses for the next year, I'd wear whatever skimpy outfit they wanted me. It clung to all the right curves and the skirt part stopped just below her knees flowing freely. Her smoky eyes enhanced her brown shade and her lips looked enticing with the brownish/red gloss. Her dark brown hair hung off her shoulders in loose ringlets making her look like seductress. Though she wore flat shoes, he only dwarfed her slightly. ‘I’m already late as it is’ she replied whilst pulling on her wrap. ‘There are lots of jerks at these places’ he finally said. Without replying she. Nothing was said, but it was understood that he was giving me his wife to cuckold him. I fucked that pretty woman several times that night and early the next day. Her husband did get the job, but not until he came back for another interview, bringing his wife to me again. He willingly offered her to me because of my position of power. My feeling is that dominance is not about forcing people to do things. There is no joy in exerting power over someone, per se. The joy is what they do for you.