But I swear, my kids are gonna grow up proper and morally restrained. I had no choice but to let James go to college – the kid deserves the right to...a fair living, and he sure can’t make that on this farm. But I told him no fraternities, no liquor, no whoring around, or I would cut him off without two words. Same for Wendy. At her tender age, there’s no reckoning which direction she might take off on without a heavy hand. But I’ll die before I allow her to ignore her moral training and go. "Sign? What sign?"The girl squeezed her little tit again. "You know," she told him, "the one at the reception desk," she said, "the one about taking advantage of the maids."It took Anil a second to think of the sign the girl must have meant. "But I thought that was just a misprint," the man said.The girl shook her head. "It was clear as it could be. It meant exactly what it said. So what about it? Are you going to take advantage of me or what?"The man just looked at her. He was getting so. My security portfolio is done and I'm ready to be given a list of cantidates, picked from different available services. Interviews won't be available until the end of May because of Rona though.It's been fuckin hot enough to use my pool! I've been swimming almost every day and getting fried! PB has come over a few days and we were talking about having a BBQ with friends. I jokingly pointed out that's the opposite of social distancing but he said we suck at that anyway and everyone he knows is. Somali women are a lovely lot, but even among them, Ayaan is in a class by herself. Tall, brown-skinned, voluptuous, large-breasted, wide-hipped and big-bottomed. Must be a whole lot of womanly goodness hiding underneath her conservative Islamic clothes. Ayaan’s smile is as enchanting as the rest of her. Looking into Ayaan’s amused eyes, I bit back a horny grin. Still, I cockily asked her what she meant by ‘tone it down’. Ayaan shrugged, and then, without warning, the gorgeous Somali Hijabi.