Mike was embarrassed. He had gone a little red and couldn't look at Marlon. An awkward nod was all he gave."Get in there!" Marlon shouted as he pushed...Mike's head towards my arse cheeks.Mike's face was right between my arse with his nose pushed up against my clit and Marlon held his head there. "Can you smell your wife Mike?" He asked."Yes I can" Mike quietly answered.I felt another huge slap on my arse cheek. "Tell your husband what he needs to call me slut" Marlon ordered as his hand hit me. But a series of events took place and I had to give up my dream. I took up a job at this BPO in order to carry out a living.During the initial days of the job, we were given a training by the company on how the industry works and exactly what is expected of us. Work was monotonous and somehow days passed.I had a colleague named Indu (name changed for privacy), a married Bengali beauty around 25yrs old. We had a medium conversation as most of the time work kept us busy. She always used to wear a. ..I....I don't understand, what is the problem Mistress," shemewled."You will address me as Mistress Davina....and did I tell you to wearthis maids dress?" I growled."I....I suppose not Mistress Davina.......I assumed you wanted me to be amaid for you!" she simpered.I could see her blushing and knew she KNEW she was in for a hard time."Did I say you were going to be my maid today?.......never assume!" Ibarked making her quiver much to my delight! It was strangelyexhilarating being the dominant. But hewas smarter than them and figured out how to create his own corporationthat eventually took the transfer of his visa and allowed him to shop formore lucrative contracts until he landed at Green Computing where herapidly rose through the ranks. He had achieved much in ten years andwas the envy of the other Indian contractors. He had a nice office, asix figure salary, handsome bonus every year and the only thing thatirked him was his failure to get a beautiful woman. Or more.