You're a bullshit artist, Mustapha. The clients from this side of the border are after rough sex and the rougher the better. These two are going to be...beaten and fucked into the ground within the year. And serve the bitches right for what they did to me." She took a big drink of scotch. It was clear to Zenobia she was drunk."No, no, Miss Smith," Mustapha continued. "First they will be trained in the rules of the establishment and taught to perform a cabaret act or acts. That way they build a. ‘Tell me what these are. These things I’m playing with.’ ‘My breasts.’ ‘No,’ he said. ‘They’re not. Think about what you’re doing. You’re naked. You’re on all fours. You’re eating like a dog. That makes you an animal. Animals don’t have breasts, do they?’ I shook my head, no. No, of course animals don’t have breasts. He was so smart. ‘What do animals have?’ Through a mouthful of honey I said, ‘Teatsh. Anmuls haff teatsh.’ ‘That’s right, baby. Animals have teats, and you’re an animal, so. Hi?” Cindi stuttered out.Since this was the third time Mom had caught me in a compromising position, I was a little calmer about it. “Hi Mom. Cindi is making us dinner.”“We’ll, it smells great and I’m in the mood to eat,” Mom said coming over and sniffing the soup simmering on the stove. “I’ll go change and you two can ... straighten up.”Once Mom left, Cindi buried her face in my chest and groaned, “Oh my God, I’m going to die.”“No, it’s okay,” I said stroking her shiny black hair. “Mom loves. “And.. this is my office. Go ahead” I directed her to enter. Purposefully letting her go in first to get one more glance at her butt. She clearly worked out as it was perfectly round and didn't have the slightest jiggle. “Wow, you have a great view” She exclaimed as she looked out the window. “I sure do,” I replied. Grinning at the fact that I was still staring. I instructed her to have a seat and set up her laptop on my desk. I had a large enough desk that gave her plenty of room to work.