My heart stuttered and my cock gave a salute ;0)“Where are you” I quickly typed…”Hotel Movenpick” was the reply…”great, I want you to dr...ss in a Basque, stockings and high heels and I will be there in 10…don’t disappoint me you dirty little slut”, my heart nearly burst out of my chest as it beat with desire harnessed over the last few months.I called a cab, “hotel Movenpick please” I loosened my tie; I was perspiring, not due to the heat but just the raw anxiety of meeting Sara again. As I. " I wanted to bite my tongue right off! I tried not to make a face."Wow! That man of yours must be well connected. It's an invitation only opening, the security is going to be insane. Oh, we have to get you the perfect gown! Come on!" she said, tugging at me to get up and follow her.Damn it! Why did I do that? I let my guard down, got too comfortable, FUCK! "Oh, really I can't wear a gown tonight, we're just meeting someone informally," I said with a little more pleading in my tone than I. I went and stood in front of him.Mr. Bhajwal then said, “Come and sit on my lap” and rubbed his crotch. I was really shocked and said, “I am sorry. I am not how you think of me. I will not do such things to get a job”.He said, “That’s your choice. I gave you an offer and you rejected it. You may leave now”. I was really sad and wondered what to do.A month later, I got another job interview and this time, I was really desperate. I went to the interview. The interviewer Mr. Alwat asked me to sit. ”I was simply astounded to find out the truth behind my own daughter. I knew that my wife was up to something. I was giving her a thousand dollars a month to cover Stephanie’s housing and food. Plus I was paying the tuition for a really good school in Philadelphia, not for the one that she is attending.No wonder my wife could afford to throw me out. Things were going to change.Heather was still lying there with her half-exposed pussy on display when she asked, “Do you want to try out the.