I knelt on the couch sideways showing him my fine body. Those tits were facing sideways and you could see the beginning of my nipples. Tim just stood ...here in shock. It’s not like we hadn’t had sex before he was just surprised. After a minute I looked down to notice Tim’s bulge in his sweat pants. I stood up in front of him and said “don’t sit there like a dummy, take those off pants, so I can fuck you”. Off came my robe revealing my well-groomed pussy, beautiful bra, and long legs. Tim was. The fields remained sturdy. Morale did not. Dozens of fights had to be broken apart. A spree murder slew twelve in the cistern-pump station, their corpses left where they had fallen. He was caught by two local armsmen, found in a locked and unused storage chamber, laughing as he held his own gouged out eyes on his palms, blood dripping between his fingers. Riddled with lasbolts, he was later burned, along with the arcane sigils he had drawn on the wall in the blood of his last victim, his own. That will never happen again, understood. He said yes mom, it was only Tim he told me the next time I fucked you to call him. I didn’t say it was you though mom. I was done and told Richard so. I got up and went and got a beer and came back and sat on the bed. I told him, I know what’s happening with you. Your new choice of words and things like that. That’s fine Richard you can fuck mommies shitter anytime you want. I told him just don’t lose your head, to stop and think. He smiled as he. Tracey insisted on driving. So I found myself in the"wife" seat.It was time to meet my new colleagues. It turned out that Tracey's barwas more of a club as I was expected to be both a barmaid and a waitress.Tracey explained that she was an equal opportunities employer and whilstmost of the kitchen staff were women they were not expected to dress likethem but the bar staff were all, with the exception of Tracey, expectedto dress as French Maids.In my first week front of house I was teamed up.