”“Sir,” she added as an afterthought.Switching to Arabic, Sharifa said, ~And I bring you also my gift, father. I give you these two slaves as my...personal contribution to your happiness on this your birthday. The younger one is believed to be a virgin, and the older one could be her servant and bath girl.~~That is ridiculous, ~ he replied, ~To start with they are not slaves. Even if they were, you are a woman and cannot own slaves, so they would not be yours to give, and finally you are my. I calmly told him that I was not his mother and I was not changing his clothing, further that if he got to the point where he needed a diaper that I was putting him in a home. He was not amused and had the gall to tell me that I needed to do more!Another snap quietly took place in me, thank god I had already started letting off steam through our son or I probably would have taken a frying pan to his head, a hot one. I told him that he was too big for me to carry and that our 14 year old son had. "Well ... I was hoping you could take it out of service..." she said shyly without facing me."Wait, you mean the whole rent?" I asked incredulously."Why not? I thought you'd want that?" she said. She looked up at me this time. She had a serious look on her face, almost as though I'd insulted her."It's not that ... It's just ... I mean that's a lot of 'service' ... and money. I still have expenses on this apartment, remember? You have to contribute something to the rent." It's just..." she. “Maybe we should relieve some of the pressure down here so you can get some sleep,” she whispered as she began stroking my cock. It didn’t take long to relieve the pressure against her stomach and chest. She kissed me again and produced a washcloth. Ever prepared.I had to show up at school early Monday morning, so my run with Nanette and Livy was truncated. Beca rode with me to school and I went directly to Mr. Gieseke’s office with the form he’d emailed me over the weekend. He’d sent me a.