They were monsters. I shouldn't want to lie with them.And my brother shouldn't want to see me fuck them. Horny pervert.My heart pounded in my chest. T...e feyhounds patrolled far out from the field, several miles. Once we were through them, we only had to deal with the three treemen guards. Another problem, but one that didn't require me having sex with an animated monster and—Cú Mheá's ears pricked. He let out a low growl, head turning to the left.“Better get your cunts juicy, ladies,” Aingeal. She was greeted by an embarrassed-looking Tom. “Come in, Cathy,” he mumbled and led the way into the lounge. The television was off now, and he was dressed in a pair of light slacks and a fawn jumper.Cathy sat on the sofa and Tom settled into his armchair. His hands fingered the arm of the chair, obviously struggling how to begin.Cathy broke the silence, “Tom, what you do in your own house is your own affair and nothing to do with me. I had no right to barge in like that. I am so sorry.”Tom. ” She paused, running her eyes up and down my body before looking me in the face. “I’ve been told to cut a team. You haven’t convinced me as to why it shouldn’t be you. You haven’t shown me what you can do.” I watched open mouthed as she sat on the bench, legs slightly parted, leaning backwards, arms stretched out behind her. My mind swirled in confusion. Was she really telling me that either I seduce her or be fired? “Lost for words?” she asked in a mildly flirtatious manner, smiling as she. Some of it was, indeed, paperwork, but some they could enter on the computer. “This is hard-wired to a secure internal network,” he told her. “Even so, as you saw, critical entries have to be made direct to the server in the secure room. We can access personal records, at least with our level of access. Junior staff can write up reports, but they have to be approved by myself or Reg ... and, now, you, before they are entered on the server. There is an automatic backup in a well-protected cellar.