The entire third floor was just 4 walls of job boards all in different colours. They now had white, grey, black and red. Each board had different leve...ls of missions moving from the standard ‘do something to help someone out mission’ to the ‘kill that person to help someone out missions’.Although the nature of jobs here was no secret to the rest of the city, no one complained. For starters, the Brotherhood would take money for pretty much any job. Which meant the jobs the other guilds or clans. .."Michele never got to finish the sentence, Steve pounced on her; pushingher down on the couch as he lay top her, his lips finding her and hishands searching for her thighs.Michele opened her lips and slid her tongue into Steve's mouth and theyexplored each other with their tongues and their fingertips. Steve hadhis hand under Michele's skirt and was stroking her thighs and Michelewas gently caressing Steve though his underpants. This didn't last forlong; both of them were hot for sex and. He only took his hand off to change gears, and it would fly back to my milky, smooth thighs.“You know”, Daddy said, his hand coming dangerously close to my skirt hem, “you remind me of Tamanna”“Who! That film actress?” I asked“Un-hun” he nodded. His fingers crawling under my skirt, just inches away from my moist pussy. I was already feeling my heartbeat rise. “She always makes daddy so hard!” He looked at me, “Just like how you are making me feel” he squeezed my supple thighs.My body reacted. I was trying to decide what to do about Stacy. Should I leave her or try to take her home? If I took her home, her stretched out pussy would be a big problem! As a married couple, we could not ever have normal sexual intercourse again! My own penis would be too small and would never satisfy my wife nor me, not any more! Not only that, I could no longer trust Stacy. She’d probably start night clubbing our home city, canvassing for large cocks to fuck her stretched pussy or she could easily.