Why is no one else here?

Robin pulls up in front of Mr. Smiths home twenty minutes early for the meeting. There aren’t any other cars in the driveway so she must be the first one there. She walks in and sees no one so she calls out for Mr. Smith. “Hello? Dontrel!?!” She calls. “Upstairs!” He yells back. Robin walks up the stairs looking for her boss. “When is everyone supposed to be here for the meeting?” She asks once she makes it to the top of the landing. “They’ll be here in about an hour. I wanted you here early…” he says with a wicked grin. “Oh really?” She asks blushing. “Yeah…have a seat” he orders. Robin sits down on the edge of the bed rather nervously. “What you said earlier today really bothered me.” He tells her with a stern look on his face. “You’re racist aren’t you?” He says flatly. “I…I most certainly am not!” Robin stammers placing her hand in her chest. “Don’t lie to me woman! If you’re not then why do you have such a problem with your daughter being with a black man?” He shouts. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry I even said anything!!” Robin sobs. “I’m just trying to protect her…” she says burying her face in her hands. “We’ll now you’re gonna make it up to me. You’re gonna prove to me that you’re not a racist piece of shit!” He growls. Dontrel walks over to Robin and lifts her up to face him. “You’re mine for the next few hours. Anything I want, you’ll do. Got it?” He orders the distraught woman. “Yes Sir…” she says softly looking downward in shame. “There’s an outfit laid out for you in the guest room. Go put on everything and come back to me. Hurry on now…Go!” He commands and Robin meekly walks away to follow his orders.

Robin returns to Dontrel dressed the way he wants her. He looks her up and down with a look of approval. “Very nice! Spin around for me.” He says and she does as she’s told. The outfit has her feeling totally exposed. Platform heels that look more at home on a stripper than a middle aged mother of three and make it rather difficult for her to walk. Black thigh high fishnets that accentuate her legs nicely. A sheer g string that has her large, jiggly ass cheeks on full display. A black leather harness that makes her slightly saggy D cups stand out and mesh top that allows her shamefully hard nipples to poke through the mesh. A black collar is clasped around her neck with a ring on the front along with the words “BBC SLUT” emblazoned on it. This piece was the most degrading of all for Robin but she wears it anyway because she doesn’t want to upset Dontrel anymore than he already is. “Very good! Now for the next parts…” he says with a smile that sends a shiver down Robins spine.