Being a single mother, I am struggling to pay my debts, rent and other expenses. Even though, I am in a senior consultant position, the salary I am ge...ting is not sufficient even to put nikhil in a good school. I badly need a raise. It was almost confirmed, when my ex boss was in charge. But, the change in management is making my head to wobble.This is a big day and as a senior consultant, I have to welcome the new boss and guide him to his place. There is an unfair advantage being a fair woman. You need any he'p, er, help loading them, those guys in the back of m' truck?"Naw, I can manage. Harley showed no strain, as he grabbed one and tossed him in and then the other. Lee Roy's eyes widened at the unconscious display of strength."You know where the station is?" Harley asked."Why of course." Lee Roy answered and thrust out his chest. "I drive there almost every day to pick up stuff for the bridge job. I got me a real responsible job driving, an' Milt, he's the boss, relies on me." He. This instant.”“It has to be inspected...” began the Khafama, but Omar raised his hand.“Mr. Carstairs has given you no reason to suspect there might be haram substances in his room. Give him back his laptop. He has to teach the Princess tomorrow.”“But...” began the Khafama, but Omar was already in the hallway.“Two minutes until we leave, Mr. Carstairs. Clean shirt or no clean shirt. Prayer waits for no man.”The Khafama stayed behind, to gloat some more as I found a shirt and changed into it.“I. It was a red brick, single story building, a large window above an AC unit and a door marked each room. This place was 1000 years old. I was worried that this was some bait and switch. She texted her room was the very last. Here I went late in the afternoon, carrying a bag of weed into a crappy motel to fuck a hooker, bareback I had just texted on line. My heart was thumping. I knocked. She opened the door and it should have sounded like a choir. Her perfect framed body wearing a white satin.