“Great Danes, mom.” I shot back.“Oh, son, I don’t think it’s acceptable in 2020 to have whips like these for the animals,” she chided.“T...ugh shit!” I responded, having no good comeback for that one.“Language, Steve-O!” Mom huffed.I sighed.“Where’s the hole in this red rubber ball? How do you wear it as a clown’s nose?”“Mom, let’s just…”“Ooh, what are these tiny little clamps for?” she asked, picking up the new nipple clamps I’d bought for my gal.“Those are nail clippers, Ma!” Hey, her sight is. “Only a month,” she replied. “You are going to enjoy my land and it’s heritage. That is what this retreat is about. To introduce young visitors to the joys and customs of Africa.” “Where are you from?” Dana inquired. The African let out a warm laugh. “ I am from the northern part of this country. My mother was of Yoruba heritage and my father was of the Maasia tribe that lived in Kenya. Rather an unusual mixture and frowned on between tribes but they met during one of my father’s business. I knew I hadn't had sex with anyone... except myself, I guess you could say.The image reflected back at me took my breath away. What I'd felt down my back had been my hair. A stunning cascade of red curls, framing a gorgeous face with large green eyes under fine brows. High cheekbones bracketed a delicate nose. Full pouting lips on a mouth that looked just slightly too large. I reached toward the reflection in the glass, and it mimicked me perfectly. My eyes were drawn down a slender. At least with men, I never asked her if she was sleeping with women. In any case, this isn’t Winslow’s base, where you can grab a woman and fuck her. If you do, and the woman or one of my men doesn’t kill you, I will! I’ll assure you right now that your death will be painful. I don’t give a damn who you end up in bed with, but it had better be consensual, and the person had better be an adult. Do you understand that?”Gus understood it. He chose to stay with me. I told him that he’d best make.