And luckily she couldn’t read my mind because at that instant the cold 12-degree air hit her and her nipples popped out against the thin top she was...wearing and my eyes went to them like a magnet was drawing me there. She just as well have been naked because my eyes were filling in the details that the top was hiding.“Excuse me dude!” a young guy wearing ski clothes said as I stumbled against him as the door turned and the beautiful blue eyed woman drifted from view. I had nearly fallen over. Usually, Dave worked right on through in the mornings, finishing the coffee and the doughnuts, if he had them. If he hadn't had the doughnuts, his stomach usually started feeling a little grumbly along about midday; when it did, he went to the kitchen and made a sandwich, usually joined with a glass of milk or a can of cola consumed as he sat at the computer screen.Whatever was happening, fifteen minutes before school was out he knocked off what he was doing. At first he'd thought about setting. The collar shackle prevented me from turning my head to seebehind me. I felt the smooth dildo come out of my ass as she retractedthe shaft of the machine, and she began undoing the shackles. My legswere unstable from being on hands and knees for over an hour and theheels made it impossible for me to move without assistance. When I wasfree, she helped me to rise and had me sit in the chair.She went into the kitchen while I sat massaging my legs. She returned ashort time later with a glass of. Whether it was rampaging goblins, warring nobles, or kidnapping bandits, there was always something causing problems. But it isn't all bad, where some people see problems others can see profit, so wherever you see a farm overrun by orcs you can bet your ass there's someone right behind with a sword and a bounty letter. Some people call them heroes, others call them profiteers, but most just call them Adventurers.And that is just who this story is following, your average down and out adventurers.