I’m now 25 years old and work at a bank. At work I’m a different girl. When I started there I was like I was outside work, quiet, unassuming and s...y, but as I got to know how to do my job and got to know the people I work with, I gained confidence and was soon just like the other girls there. In fact I would now say that I’m good at my job, even when I have to deal with customers. So I guess that you could also say that I’m also suffering from Split Personality Disorder.I’m happy with the odd. You even think you can feel the head of my cock expanding slightly as though I'm getting ready to fill your mouth with my hot load and increase your efforts, swiping your tongue all over it, dipping the point into my pisshole as though you're trying to fuck it in turn; but you know I cannot allow you to make me cum yet, that you haven't earned it and you're not surprised when my cock withdraws, although the slowness with which I do it gives you some satisfaction. You're about to close your. I felt like it would be really hard to do so but she made it easy for me when she announced that she was getting tired and told me her back hurt too. So I offered to give her a massage claiming I was really good at those. She agreed to it and we went upstaires to my room. I was way too hyped, to be honest. I mean, I finally get to touch the girl i've been crushing on for months, and I was hoping she'd be easily seduced. But alot of thoughts were running through my mind though. What if she was. How she managed to fit between the pillars was completely beyond him. Her red scales danced in the flickering fires. Her underbelly was yellow, almost gold like her eyes. The triangular spines she had were an orange hue and complemented everything about the dragons slender curves. Before he knew it, the dragon was back with two parchment papers and a quill pen.“How?”“Dragons are magic knight; it’s a simple thing to accomplish.”He signed both copies, and so did she. Hers disappeared in a whiff.