”It would have taken me a while to walk around the spring to her, so I used the bucket of the back-hoe as a make shift bridge. I climbed the top of ...it over to her.As I walked up to her I could see her tits pressed out. The tight button up red plaid shirt she was wearing was straining to hold them in. Her jeans hugged every part of her firm legs, cradling her tight ass cheeks in perfect form. Her hair was pulled back in a tail, under her brown brimmed hat.“My,” she said smiling. “You must be. Your hand reaches up and grabs the one not under your shirt, moving it down onto your crotch. Well, fuck me! You seem to be packing some size in those jeans.Continuing around each corner, one hand grabs your belly, while my other squeezes your package. Wow! And then with each twist and turn around the roads, the swaying has my pussy lips and clit rubbing against the lace of my knickers.We’re coming to the top of the hill and you pull into an empty car park moving down the far end. I catch one. I’d have to ask Varsin what the rules are.”“And me?”Renny hesitated. “I have a job for you if you want it, and if you can keep a secret. Five silver pieces a day.”“Five?” That was a lot of money.“Senshall offers three silver for specialist pay, and you’re a wizard on top of it.”Why did people always assume mages were wizards?“What’s the job?” Razai asked.“I want to know if Varsin’s brothers are abusing their concubines.”Bobo sighed as he checked the translation. This was yet another section. Jesse gathered up the papers, told the guys he would now deliver them to Mr. Stiles, and Styles would give him the results and he (Jesse) would return with them soon. They just needed to take it easy and chill for a while, as it might be an hour or more. Orientation was, effectively, over. Now just the waiting. Nothing to do but just sit here, making small talk and wait.Mike glanced over at Kurt and noticed a large bulge in his pant leg, and Kurt was lightly massaging his nearly 8” of manhood.