It being bareback only made it even better. Even a bottom bitch, pussy boi type like Randall deserved a little fresh twat if he desired it.“Okay, le...’s wrap this part up, okay? Y’all come with me! Don’t worry about your shop, Bubba. There’s bigger fish to fry. Literally! I’m in the mood for some fish and chips, aren’t you?” I snapped my fingers and every last one of my new companions joined me, naked, at a local fish and chips shop.The cashier of the fish and chips place was named Pedro at. Although I had helped out during the difficult times, I was not a carer. She looked at me over her glasses. Then the unthinkable happened. She asked if I would like to leave portering and become a trainee carer.I was almost lost for words but I did manage to say, "Thank you and yes, I would like to accept your offer." For the first few weeks, I doubled as a night porter/carer. I was put on the team of Sister Rebecca, a frosty woman aged about fifty. Things went surprisingly well. She mellowed a. ‘It was the least I could do, healer Kuruma. After all you delivered both me and my mother to this world.’ ‘That I did,’ agreed the old healer woman. ‘Tobi, when you are done with the windows, will you hand our helpful friend the herbs I made you pack yesterday?’ ‘Yes, grandma,’ said the beetle-boy, and finished shutting, shuttering, and draping the last window. ‘If I can find it,’ he commented insecurely squinting out at the dark room. Valo’s mate opened the door and let in sunlight for the. He knew he would have to get up eventually, but he didn’t want to. He didn’t want to have to face her. He didn’t want to face him.He could hear the sounds of breakfast outside: chairs moving, utensils striking plates and bowls, people talking.He thought about just staying put and waiting for the others to finish so he could slink out unnoticed. But the longer he stayed holed-up in his room, the more likely it was that someone would stick their head through the door to check that he was alright;.