“Hey, John,” Hal Olson said, “How are things?”“Could be better,” John snorted.“Yeah, I kinda heard,” Hal said, “That’s why I was l...ooking for you. I have a proposition.”Hal had quite a reputation, going all the way back to high school, for walking a fine line between legit and not quite so legit enterprises, and John was understandably suspicious.“Just what kind of a ‘proposition’ are we talking about here?”“Now, don’t get your panties in a bunch, John, we’re not robbing a bank or nothin’.”“Then. I smile an unspoken thank you as I take it and wipe the chalk off my hands. She holds open the plastic bag we use for trash as her welcome. Turning away from another eye roll, I gaze up at him in the crowd, hoping to draw his attention even more.“Jesus, Cassie! Could you be any more obvious?” Bridget laughs beside me on the bench.“What?” I protest, already feeling the heat burning my cheeks.“You’re totally eye-banging him.” Her green eyes blaze with mischief.“No, I’m not,” I demur, brushing my. My cock hardened slightly more and I tried to stop myself, thinking of anything, football, chores, dying kittens, but none of it helped. I could feel my cock at half-mast already and the panic was so real I could almost taste it. My wife started to moan between her fingers deftly playing with her pussy and a large hard cock in her mouth. This only made it more difficult to separate myself from my conundrum. I was torn, as I realized part of me wanted to see her fuck that big cock, but I didn't. 'I could be that poor sod'.You sneak a peek over to the guardsman on the opposite end of the courtyard. There stood your best friend, Samuel, covered in full plate armour. Or Sir Samuel, as he's been incessantly reminding you. He was the one who roped you into this job in the first place. "Come on, John! You don't want to work in this pigsty forever, do you?" he had asked you 3 faithful years ago. "Come with me to The Capital! A friend of mine's hooked me up with a great job!".'Yeah, a real.