Women are taught to read and write, at least in some harems.Of course, these facilities are not all available to all the population, but for all those...who matter, the better families, they are taken for granted. A field slave might not benefit from all of them, but the medical services ensure that a slave no longer has to be put down if an over-enthusiastic owner damages it somewhat while administering discipline.The disadvantages of civilisation as it is understood in the West are nevertheless. Before he'd left the house, he'd stuck a black grease pencil in his purse. He pulled it out and began writing on the large mirror over the sinks, "So this is what the girls' john looks like. Thanks for the great show this evening." He smiled. He'd printed in bold letters and now he signed it, "The Peeper". The writing wasn't obviously his, but it sure didn't look like a girl's. It should start things jumping.He left the bathroom and headed back down the hall. It would probably be a while before. While I acknowledged her fine physical attributes I managed to keep our friendship quite professional other than the very occasional daydream of her coming into my office and seducing me. We did not see each other socially until her husband started working with us two years after Juanita had come to the school.Sam was a great guy. Fantastic enthusiasm for everything he was involved in and a contagiously friendly manner. It was not long before Sam and I had become best mates and partners in. Her big, sexy ass stuck out like a sore thumb, with her bright white yoga pants riding up her ass, indicating that she was not wearing any panties, much to the man’s delight. He poked, and prodded her. He reached around and grabbed her tits, which were small and perky in his hands. Then he reached for her ass. He couldn’t believe how firm it was for how big it was.“Bend over!” he ordered Isla. Isla sobbed as she slowly bent at the waist, causing her ass to stick out even further. The man slid.