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David had timed it just right as he had planned earlier that night. Well, he had been out at Femstan; the mom and daughter had gone to bed. He let out a sigh of relief and then felt a little guilty about that relief. He was supposed to be bonding with these two women, helping them become a part of America. Though he guessed he had already blown that.

Though he supposed it should work out in the end. The daughter was in her final year of school, if he recalled right. So she was an eighteen-year-old senior. She should make some friends at school, and that would help her become a part of the community. Hopefully it would also make her part of the wider country as well. So Zohra will be sorted out on her own pretty soon. So with the daughter assimilating on her own in the near future, what about the mother, David thought?

She should probably assimilate like her daughter not long after Zohra makes friends. As those friends will have parents, they'll more than likely meet and hang out as their children do. It might take a bit longer, but in the end the problem of assimilating them will be taken care of by itself without any input from him. So honestly, he wasn't needed when it came to either woman. He probably only needed to help out around the house. He'll do that early in the morning or late at night.

So now with a plan, he made an early alarm and then went to bed on the couch. The alarm woke him up early, as he hoped it would, so in the early dawn he helped out around the house cleaning and doing double things both inside and outside of the house. He got a quick bowl of cereal, and once he was sure he'd done all he could, he left money on the counter for the two and left. So he was gone long before mother and daughter woke up.

He wasn't sure where he was going, but after a while of wondering the streets, he came up with an idea: if he was going to be out of the house for most of the day from now on, he should probably do something productive. Which was more than likely finding a job. That way he could give the full amount of money the assimilation program gave him to the woman at home. This would make it even easier to avoid having to deal with the situation at home.

So he walked around town seeing who had job openings. There weren't a lot of openings, and he wasn't interested in most of the ones he found. Though eventually he stumbled across an opening at a bakery. Which seemed like a good job to get, especially if he could get muffins and donuts from the bakery for himself at a discount for working there.

So feeling good about it, he walked into the bakery; there he saw an older Egyptian woman at the front counter. She stood up straight and had a smile on her face at seeing him come in to the bakery. "Welcome!" The Egyptian woman said happily. "What do you want to get?" The woman said happily as she gestured at the baked goods on display.

David glanced at the baked goods for a moment. Then he turned back to the woman. "They're nice pastries, but I was hoping to discuss the job opening you had posted. Though I wouldn't mind getting one after we talk." David said to the woman, who looked at him in clear surprise, "What had he just said to her?" She got over her surprise quickly and looked him up and down.

She then gestured behind her. "Then come to the back and we'll talk," the woman said in response to David's statement. David nodded and quickly walked to where she had indicated. Though before the woman followed after him, she shouted out. "Heba! "Man the counter!" The woman shouted out, and not too long after, a voice somewhere else. "I'm the bakery," she responded.

"Coming, Mom!" A young woman's voice said in response. After hearing the response, the older Egyptian woman was following after him, and soon enough the two were alone, and David was hoping this interview would go well for him. He was rather excited to have access to sweets and pastries whenever he wanted.

Layla looked across at the young white man sitting across from her and licked her lips. This was an interesting situation for her. As, while she had wanted help, it wouldn't be what this young white stud should do for her. No, someone like him was clearly far better suited for other things; it wasn't only up to her to convince him. So before she started the interview, she went to the door to the back office they were in and locked it.

The young white stud looked at her with a questioning look. He wasn't concerned about her locking the door; he was just curious about why she did it. "This interview can take a while, and I didn't want us disturbed." Layla said calmly, to which the man stared at her for a moment, searching her face for any signs of deceit, but in the end he just shrugged, going along with her explanation.

"While then, ma'am, my name is David, and I'm hoping this interview goes well." David said, introducing himself calmly. He looked to her, clearly wondering if his introduction had been well received, as well as waiting on her to introduce herself to him. She smiled at him, finding herself liking him already.

"I'm Layla, owner of this bakery, and it is nice to meet you." Layla said, and David smiled in response at getting her name. Though it quickly went away with what she had to say next. "I'm sorry, but you wouldn't work for the open spot we have." Layla said, crushing David's hopes, leaving him shocked and sad for a moment, then very confused.

"Mam, if you think I'm not good enough for the position, then why lock the door so you can have an interview that doesn't go anywhere?" David asked with a lot of confusion and a bit of anger. Layla smiled at him and responded by taking off her apron and then her shirt. She was now standing and facing a surprised David in her jeans and Dina bra. Her smile stretched wider with a bit more lust in it than there had been there a moment ago.

"A stud like you has a far more important job in this place." Layla says with a voice filled with lust. She then gets closer to him and turns his chair away from the office desk it was facing. She then got on her knees before him and pulled out his big and thick white cock. "A tool like this had far more important tasks than helping with bread." Layla says as she holds and works David's cock.

He doesn't say anything in response to this. He's still a bit on the back foot, as he hadn't expected the Internet to go like this. She uses her hands to get his cock to full mast, which doesn't take too long. As she is rather skilled with her hands, and the view of her large breast is helping David get hard rather well. Layla spots the interest in her large breast and uses that immediately.

"Don't worry, sir. I wouldn't do a foolish thing like letting you look but not allowing you to touch." Layla says, then wraps her tits around his cock and works it. Up and down the tits go working, David's cock causing him to groan in pleasure. Layla isn't done yet though and began licking the tip of the cock that was sticking out between her breasts.

This went on for a bit, Layla's tits going up and down, working his cock. While her tongue pleasured the tip. David was trying desperately to hold it in as Layla tried her best to get her white treat as quickly as possible; eventually she got it, as David couldn't hold out forever. So with a groan of pleasure that echoed across the room, he came. His cum spitting out in bursts, covering Layla's face and tits.

David was impressed with himself by having cum that much; on the other hand, he was a bit embarrassed as well. "I'm so sorry; I should have warned you." David said rapidly, but Layla held up a hand to stop him. She then began gathering up, eating all the cum that covered her face and chest. David watched on, finding himself getting hard at the lewd display.

Once she was completely done, she spoke. "You should never apologize for giving a woman her favorite white frosting. Especially when it comes from the best source." Layla said clearly happy with what had just happened and having a smile that said she was eager for more special white frosting. David found himself gulping as he wondered if this lewd Egyptian milf was going to drain him of all he had before she'd let him leave.