As their posts were ‘redundant’ I couldn’t appoint people to the vacancies now. Mr Simpson and I would have to cover their work for a few weeks....What we could do was employ assistants. I intended to make Jean my personal assistant. Mr Simpson chose Maria, another senior member of staff, to be his assistant. Neither would have been promoted under Mr Tucker junior because both of them had told him, face to face, that he was an incompetent asshole. They were right. He was. But now he was gone.When. Don’t get me wrong, peace is great, but I am in desperate need of a job. Summers Kiss is a bustling city on the west coast of the kingdom of Aereon. Full of merchant ships coming in with goods from all over the world. Silks from the far east across the ocean, furs from the northern cities of Wintervale where the orcs dwell in the mountains and fine jewelry from the southern lands made by the Dwarven craftsman. The city is full of others like myself, all looking for work, either from merchants. He trailed his tongue through the inviting groove of her arse and into the pink crevice of her slit. Gloria gasped in delight. Her flaps fattened, her clitoris hardened and her cleft seeped even more moisture. The man stood up and touched her pink pouch with his swollen knob. Gloria’s skin goose bumped. His torso rocked and his thick long engorged hunk of throbbing meat opened up her throaty orifice and entered her. Her cunt encircled his shaft. He pushed into her, deeper and deeper, until all. I sat down beside and reached over and fingered her pussy as her legs were still wide open, “Fuck me again” she sat up and pushed me over onto my back, knelt above me, found my cock with one hand and descended on my rapidly hardening cock. Straight in all the way as she began to bounce up and down, I reached up and was able to grab her tits and strongly massage them then took hold of each nipple and pulled her down onto me, her tits now hard against my chest as I returned to massaging each tit..