"God what is wrong with me?" she asked aloud. This was Harold after all. But when she thought about it more, if Harold was aggressive enough to get pr...omoted he'd surely be a better dresser. He'd take care of himself, be more fit. Cynthia adjusted the image in her mind to a clean cut maintained Harold, twenty pounds lighter and toned. The image was not at all unappealing. Plus Harold was smart, actually brilliant. That kind of intelligence in a position of power would be very sexy.She let her. Instead, I did something that was so insane it felt like the only logical thing to do.I reached out and pressed my hand to his muzzle. His scales felt hot against my palm. They twitched slightly as I began gently rubbing my hand against them. But that was the only reaction the animal had to my display of affection.We remained that way for a few seconds. I didn’t know how he would react, but I was looking forward to it. Either I would be eaten alive of he would accept my show of faith as an act. I patted the camera in my bag, satisfied. Perfect.Time: 5PMI rang the bell and she welcomed me with our usual kiss. She did taste different. Was it my imagination? I fixed us some tea and I watched Ashley as she curled up in the sofa with just her negligee on. Was that a slight moan that escaped her lips when she brought her knees to her breasts? She’d never been in that much pain before. I frowned, but despite my suspicions, the sight of her velvety heaven between her hips made me stare as she. Kristen and Osei have tried that in Europe with no luck. Not to say they would not have a different result with me. Especially since I show no problems with carrying. Kristen & Osei would rather their k** be of them. Their package in my warehouse!The more I think on this the more right it becomes. What thing more valuable could I give people I care for than this?So here is the agreed upon deal. Kristen and Osei will consult with their European clinic to make the arrangements.Somewhere.