They would charge each caravan a ‘toll’ to allow them to stop here. They would help themselves to whatever took their fancy, goods, women, horses....Word was spreading. We knew that soon there would be no more caravans. They were destroying the place.”“Well, all that is now over. What I need you to do, is compile me a list of the foodstuffs. I saw a lot of hungry children while we were coming here. They need to be fed. They also looked like a lot of them need new clothes as well. See what stocks. You pull down the zipper, and tug them down. I shimmy my hips to help you get my tight jeans off, and soon they’re at my ankles, panties and all. You look down between my legs, marvelling at how the rain wasn’t all that was getting me wet.Your hands on my hips, you push me against the back of the couch, my hands scrambling for a brace. You run a hand down my hips, over my sweet, flawless buttocks, and under, pulling my leg slightly up, the better to eat me with. Neither of us are in the mood. My Personal Assistant was on the trip with me to help manage e-mails, calls and the usual but she was mainly along to sightsee. My PA is my wife’s bothers wife (yeah that’s right...) so I can’t fire her, can’t complain about her work and usually end up doing her task’s myself. I won’t k** you; she has an erotic quality and a fantastic body. There has always been some sexual tension between us and she always dresses to kill, I don’t mind the visuals when she’s in my office.Brad is a busy. Her large eyes pooled with tears, and she turned her face away from Mike.“Tink lose. Tink give up goblin home.” She snuffled, the dirt on the floor billowing away from her. “Tink leave, and no come back.”“Wait, what?” Tink had relaxed beneath Mike, so he shifted his body so that he wasn’t crushing her any longer. “No, Tink, you don’t have to leave, I just want my tools so I can fix the fountain.”“Goblin Law. We fight over home. Loser leave, never come back.” She tried to rise, but Mike wasn’t.