My physical attraction to dogs makes me uncomfortable. That’s the clash, I shouldn’t be sexually attracted to things that I find so mentally repul...ive. Because of the attack, my brain has tangled up the ideas of dogs and sex so tightly that I can’t undo one without addressing the other simultaneously. Right?”“Right.” he confirmed.“If I tried to get accustomed to dogs in a non-sexual sense this wouldn’t resolve any of the sexual misplacement, and since they are so tightly wound that would. That was much more comfortable, but it meant that a couple of semis were able to get alongside us and run with us for several miles. He went even slower once he got onto the road that leads back to our house.I tried to stay as quiet as possible after he pulled into the yard. He stopped beneath the tree where the truck had been before. I heard him walk back over to the house, open the door and shout, “I’m going back out to the lake and see if I can get in a little night fishing, see you tomorrow. I suspected that he was going to be a tough nut to crack, so we did a little homework on his species.Basa fit all of the outside characteristics of what humans thought of as a snake. He had a scaly skin which he shed occasionally and no arms or legs. He made up for the latter by having a remarkably strong, mobile, and controllable tongue. His tongue could do any of the things that a common tentacle could do, so he was not hampered in this way.His one weak point was in his eating habits. He. He knees before me... OH MY GOOOOD HE IS GOING TO PROPOSE?!?!?!Then I realize he has a bag, he opens it and takes of my shoes. His hands are now on my bare feet...and it tickles. And then before I know it, a moan escapes my mouth. Oh fuck... I look at him petrified. He looks back at me, amused. His eyes twinkle. He lifts my foot up and puts my toes in his mouth... right there in the store... in the stall. My breasts are heaving violently as my breath is surging out me...his hands...his.