Their regulations filled a semi-trailer, and that was just for me!I acquired a license and a few forms, and hung out my shingle. "Strum Accounting Ser...ices" was ready for business.My first customer was old man Schaff who lived down the road. He ran a large wheat farming operation and had two hired men. His regular bookkeeper, his wife, was sick, so he came to me and asked if I could help. I calculated their hours and deductions, then he asked me to write their checks for that month. Like a lot. If you have suggestions for improvement, please do so again privately. However if you are going to be all judgemental, misogynous, disapproving or blatantly obnoxious….then please do not read my stories.So let’s start with an introduction.I was born in Mauritius – so technically, that makes me a Mauritian and indeed I am proud to be so. But I am half Mauritian. My dad is Mauritian but mum is a South African of Indian descent. Hence my indian ethnicity from both mum and dad. They met in Europe. She had exactly the same build and the same dark hair - cropped just below the ears. They both had the same cute but unobtrusive breasts with surprisingly dark nipples. Both had trimmed their pussy hair to the same quarter inch strip that ran down in a straight line right into their vaginal cleft. Both of them also had a mass of intricately folded pussy lip bulging out of that cleft - like someone had pushed in a whole heap of skin and it was all now threatening to fall out. They both sat there. They seem like people you can trust. And I'm sure I heardsomeone say there were others like you here."It caught both Donnie and Erika's ears as well. "I'll think about it Momma.Daddy said I should be careful though because even people who say theyunderstand don't." I'll have Dr Fielding call the Dr here when I get home. You know you can'thide it forever."I decided to walk Sylvia to her car."Sylvia, I'm sorry but I caught part of that last conversation. She'll bejust fine here, trust me." I.