“Your future husband might have something to say about that.”She kissed me again. “Any man that wants to be my husband will be expected to vacat... the marital bed for you at your request.”I smiled again but the look on her face remained serious. “Well if that’s what you want.”“I do want,” she replied as she began to stroke me again. “I know that you would like that to. I can see that you’re the type of man that would enjoy making my husband vacate the marital bed late at night to have your needs. Paul held up a mirror and the dragon realized it wasn't what he really wanted after all. "Maybe I want something to play with." So Paul got out his toys for the dragon to play with. A Maine Trucking Co truck, a pail and shovel and a multi-colored ball. The dragon tried to play, but he was too sad. "I'm sorry," he said. "I don't think that playing ball, riding a truck or shoveling sand is what I want to do. Maybe I want a place of my own. A place where I can hide and be alone." Paul built a. I fell back into my seat as the car surged forward. For the rest of the journey, she stamped pedals, jerked levers, and threw that car into bends like a rally driver. But, she didn’t ask me to move my hand. Eventually we got to the Krugers house. A tasteful red brick affair on it’s own large gardens. We parked on the road. It was warm and dark and the air was heavy with the soft smell of lilac. The driveway bent away from the house slightly. There was a glimmer of light ahead from the house. You tasting your own juices from my mouth...before I pass your wine and I strip off in front of you. You lay there exhausted by the sheer intensity of your orgasm. I kneel naked by the side of the bed, kissing your cheek and running my hand down your back. You lay face down with your head in the pillow as I ease your legs gently apart and I kneel at the bottom of the bed. You feel my tongue and fingers run gently across the soles of your feet, savouring the silky smooth sensation of the thin.