“In fact, I think it's kinda fun.”Ian glared at him. “How can you say that?!? And why are you wearing one of those things? You're not working in...Special Projects.”“I told you” Marco began as he released his collar and took a bite of his turkey and tomato wrap. “I've been paired up with Ms. Powell. Everyone working for senior staff is subject to the new security measures.”“Ah, yes. Our new Chief of HR. What's it like working for her?”“It's been good, so far. She's a bit... demanding. Very. What if they really weren’t compatible? He might not know anything about love or courtship, but he knew how reproduction worked, how different separate species could be from one another.Her thighs were irresistible, quickly capturing his attention again. The muscle that allowed her eight-foot frame to leap and dance as it did made them feel like they had been hewn from slabs of marble, her glittering scales just as smooth, the doughy flesh that clung to them making them even more inviting.. At that time in Ireland porn was banned - you couldn't even get Playboy. But there was a growing market in underground pron rental, often under the counter in independent video rental outlets, and sometimes in more sinister backstreet sex shops that ostensibly traded only in fetish clothing and sex toys which were not i*****l. Most of the porn available was copied from originals onto bootleg tapes and either sold or rented at high prices. This was 30 years ago and they were getting $8 a night. “So, are you single?” Kristen asked him as he worked on her top.“Yeah I am. I had a couple of on again, off agains in College but nothing yet.” Leon said, not really expressing an emotion as he needed to get his rocks off.“Ah, well we have something in common; I’ve been single now for about two months. Jesus I really need a guy! Wait… does that sound slutty?” Kristen asked as he worked over her.Leon’s shaft had started to stiffen in his jeans. Mercifully, his shorts helped provide resistance.