"Carol mood became more sober and serious."There are rumors however that not all the deals members of House Velacourt make are anywhere near legal, an... that some very powerful people in the state owe them favors." What do you believe, oh loving wife?" Margo asked."I believe that power corrupts, and that there's an awful lot of money to be made in playing to racial stereotypes with disposable women." Fine, fuck her and her House then," Margo replied."No Madam ... I'm sure not everyone in the. There’s a thick rope slung around his waist several times. At a second glance I realize that it isn’t a rope at all but a tail that’s softly undulating, like some sort of snake. Two legs, one knee each that mercifully bends into the right direction. (Backwards knees still freak me out. Additional knees, too.) His footwear goes halfway up his calves so I can’t guess the shape of his feet.Oh, and he’s gray. His skin, dotted with scale mail armor-type patches, is like slate. There are deep black. After a quick discussion we decided to contact the guy and see if we could arrange a meet while we were over there. After a couple of messages between us it was fixed and he gave us his name, Steve, and his phone number and told us to call him when we were settled in.November arrived and we landed at Orlando and drove over to Bradenton. Hazel was really excited as we pulled into the driveway of the place we'd rented. It took me all my time to stop her phoning the guy straight away, but I did. We fit together flawlessly. I watched his glistening body. The movement of his muscles, the scent of his skin, the touch of his hands, the glowing smile that lit up his face, and the powerful moans that reverberated throughout our bedroom all combined, nearly sending me into sensory overload. Yet, he knew how to achieve that delicate balance where he drove me completely insane while at the same time calming me, bringing me total peace. Time seemed to cease in those moments of pure felicity..