“I don’t know,” she almost wailed. “I don’t know how you feel right now. I know that I was acting like a total slut … acting totally on my... screwed-up emotions … and it was wrong … so wrong. But I hope that you don’t fire me; I really like working for you. I feel that you care for me and about me.”“Yes, I do care for you … and that is why it was such a shock to walk in her this afternoon and find you like that.”“I’m sorry, Sir, really I am!” Tears appear in her eyes again.“So, what do you think. Men only. You must be discreet, in decent shape (no big bellies!), 5'9 or taller, white men only! We will accept 3-5 men to participate. You must be at least 21 yrs old, no older than 35. Discretion on our part is assured, must be from you as well. Photos are required, please send body shot at least. Emails without photos will be deleted immediately. Just posting the ad got her wetter than she could imagine. She was really doing this. "This" was mostly out of her control. She and M had just. While my wife Shilpa got busy getting up ready. I cooked Chicken Biryani, and then went ahead to prepare the bedroom. Shilpa wore a nice red saree with green blouse. She wore the ornaments set which Tasleem gifted her on Eid. It was a set of Earings/ neckless/ bangles and anklets. She wore those earrings.It was golden Zhumka (long earings) with red and green gems embedded on it. She wrapped the thick golden evening type neckless which pearl beads. Necklace rested just above her mangala-sutra. I mean, I know I was embarrassed and everything and I cried when it happened but I was getting over it. I was mad at her for sucking me into her crazy scheme and I was mad at me for being sucked in. I even started calling her Estelle instead of Mum as a kind of joke but then I discovered it made me feel powerful to call her Estelle and order her around so I kept doing it. I was mad at her. I wasn’t doing it for laughs or anything. But I wasn’t so mad that I’d started hating her or anything.Then.