I looked at the signs and crossed a last bridge and walked into a large shop. The shopkeeper glanced at me while helping a woman. I touched a bronze c...lasp I was told to wear and he gestured towards the back of the shop. When I stepped through the curtain a tall woman in a grey uniform looked up from a desk.She sat back as she looked me over, “you would be Hunter Cartir.”I nodded and she gestured to a table, “set your things there.”I put the packs on the table and she pointed to a chair, “first. V.Her ass was firm and smooth and nicely on display in her well fitting jeans with one of her legs up next to her on the couch. But I didn't get as much of a look as I wanted. So I proceeded to get to work, and after a couple minutes passed and I figured it was safe, I turned my head hoping to get a better look at her ass without her knowing.But when I looked at her she wasn't watching the game, she was watching me. Before it got awkward, she quickly said, "You're not the same guy who was here. “Double-check the beer and soda. You might need to move it forward in the cooler. And check the ice.”“I’m on it!” I declared and got to work.Each time I finished a task, I took a quick walk around the store to check for spills or out of place goods, then went to Nancy to ask for something else to do. I took over on the register during her breaks, but otherwise she kept me busy with tasks on the floor or in the stockroom.“You’re too damned efficient!” she laughed when I came back for more to do. .. The odd thing is that I sometimes felt disappointed when I didn't find a little trace of cum in her panties, or see her at lunch with some guy I didn't know, then catch her in a lie about what she did that day. I guess that I was disappointed because I worked so hard looking for evidence that I felt I was a failure for not finding any.About six months ago I started to notice some changes. The first thing I noticed was that Linda started wearing only dresses or skirts and blouses to work. No.